Black and White in February
Black and White in February by Rahne Kallon
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I've never put much stock in Valentine's Day. Some people think I'm crazy considering I have the most amazing Golden Retriever for a boyfriend, and it's true, I do, but I always felt that holiday was more of an excuse to declare your love or do something special with the one you love, whereas everyday is special with me and Jamie. And he knows it. So I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day. But I can certainly see all of Toronto's up in arms about it; even down at Lakeshore Beach I see tons of couples sitting on their blankets, kissing and otherwise embracing each other.
Even if I don't share the holiday sentiment, I can't help but envy them for the fact that my own boyfriend is in Ottawa with his family right now, which leaves me with my other two best friends, Sam and Rally. I sit back on our large towel of the Canadian flag, amused by the sight of those two dogs, boyfriends themselves, playing with each other, and I find myself wishing I was doing the same with Jamie right about now. I love gazing into those green eyes of his, seeing his sweet smile, and holding that lush, golden fur in my paws, knowing that I'm the luckiest Border Collie in the world.
Fortunately, I won't have to wait much longer.
"You could at least pretend you're having fun, Ian," Sam says, tapping my leg with his foot. I chuckle at the Doberman.
"I think Ian's feeling a little lonely," Rally says before quickly pouncing me and pinning me with a wide grin, his spotted face and body blocking the warm rays of the sun.
"Am I that obvious?" I smile back and lick the Dalmatian's nose.
"To us? Of course." Sam scoots next to me. "You've haven't said much since we got here."
"So, I've been quiet."
"Yeah, too quiet. I think he needs a kiss, Rally." Sam grins.
"And maybe a grope, too." The Dalmatian snickers.
"I won't say no to that..." I chuckle again.
With his signature, flamboyant giggle, Rally leans his muzzle down to mine and our canine tongues mesh and slather around in a deep kiss as I glide my fingers through the short, spotted fur of his body. Meanwhile, he makes good on his promise--just like I knew he would--and dips a paw into my trunks, giving my sheath a hard squeeze that makes me respond in turn with a grateful moan as I kiss him harder.
And just when I feel myself getting hard under his ministrations, he pulls his paw out and ends our kiss with a lick to my nose, his tail eagerly whipping behind him as he smiles at me. "There. Now you're not missing out on anything."
"Thanks." I shake my head in amusement.
"So, when's Jamie coming back, anyway? He's been gone for weeks," Sam remarks.
Rally finally releases me and we both shift our bodies to lay down on our towel. "He's coming back tomorrow around two. Finally."
"About time!" Rally proclaims.
"Seriously," the Dobie adds.
"You guys are coming with me to meet him at the airport, right?"
"Uh..." Rally gives an awkward look.
"I think...you're on your own there, Ian," Sam says with a certain hesitance.
I glare at them. "What?"
"We're busy all day tomorrow," he continues.
"Too busy to meet Jamie at the airport? Your best friend?" I say a little louder than I mean to, taken aback as I am. "What the hell could be keeping you guys that busy?"
"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, dude." He wags.
"...Sam, you hate Valentine's Day."
"Hey, that doesn't mean I can't spend the entire day doing what I do best."
"What's that?"
He snuggles up to Rally. "Spending all day sexing this gorgeous dog." He smirks and licks the wagging Dalmatian's cheek. "Special occasion, so why not?"
"We can meet up with Jamie later on," Rally says. "Besides, it'll give you two all the time you need to catch up and fuck each other's brains out. We wouldn't want to, you know...be in the way." He winks.
"I'll definitely send him a text, though." Sam nods.
"Me, too!" Rally adds.
I shake my head with a sigh. "Fine, fine."
"What about you, Ian?" Sam asks. "Are you...gonna do anything special for Valentine's Day with Jamie?"
I tilt my head and scoff. "You already know how I--"
"Yes, yes, we know you don't celebrate Valentine's Day, yeah, yeah, yeah," my spotted friend interjects. "Why not just do something anyway?"
I turn my head dismissively.
Rally shifts in a way that makes his pink bangs flourish and shine in the sunlight. "You know, if a snobby faggot like Sam of all people can even break and share the spirit, you can, too."
Sam snickers proudly. "You could learn a lot from me."
"Yeah, well... I'm not a Doberman," I say, retaining my stance.
Suddenly, before I can turn my head again, Rally pins me a second time. "But you sure don't mind kissing his boyfriend." He wags on top of me again. I can't help but utter a tiny giggle at his smile. It's kinda funny; even though it's Rally, the flamboyant and colourful, carefree Dalmatian whose dotted white fur differs greatly from that of a Golden Retriever's, his smile and attitude remind me a lot of Jamie's.
I smile back and gently push the spotty off me. "You know, every day I spend with Jamie is a miracle to me. I love seeing his face, I love hearing his voice, I just love being around him. I don't need one special day to remind me of that. Jamie knows I love him no matter what day it is," I proclaim with the happiest wag of my tail.
Sam nods slowly. "I guess I can't argue with that."
"Well, I hope you'll have fun either way, Ian," Rally says, laying across Sam's stomach.
"I plan to." I smile with a solemn nod before getting up and stretching out my back and arms for a moment. "So, what do you guys say to hitting the Eaton Mall?"
"I'm up for that." Rally sits up with earnest.
"Good idea; I was starting to get a little sick of the sun," Sam remarks as we start packing up.
Fortunately, the beach isn't too far from the Eaton Mall, and a quick bus ride gets us there in no time. Once inside, we immediately head toward the only shop that matters: Red Circle Comics. Well, the only shop that we regularly come to.
"Hey, Keith."
"Hello there, Keith," Sam and Rally say their respective hellos to the elder Border Collie standing the behind the counter with a comic book in his own paws.
"Hey, Dad." My own greeting is, of course, more personal, because that Border Collie is, in fact, my dad, the owner of the shop.
"Afternoon, boys." He waves to us as we walk in. Sam and Rally immediately--and predictably--head over to the graphic novels section, undoubtedly searching for the works of Kory Wimmer or Nathan Taylor. Meanwhile, there's a pink sign on the wall that catches my eye. Discount?
"Hey, Dad, what's this for?" I glance toward the counter.
"Valentine's Day discount! For any romantic comic or graphic novel you buy, you get twenty percent off, in honour of Valentine's Day," he proudly announces. "Thought I'd join in the spirit, you know?"
"Uh huh..." I nod and chuckle a bit before letting my eyes wander onto Violet Renders, one of Alley Robin's romantic works.
"By the way, where's Jamie? I thought he'd be back by now."
"He's coming back tomorrow."
"Ohhh," Dad utters, setting down his comic book. "Perfect timing."
I quickly glare back at him. "Don't even start."
"Start what?"
"Dad, please." I quickly stop him before he can even begin. Out of all the people I know, he's the one person I really don't want to get into this with. It's not that my dad is a bad guy, not at all, quite the opposite. He's really supportive of mine and Jamie's relationship, to the point where he almost treats Jamie like another son. But he's also a firm believer in romantic gestures and he's always liked Valentine's Day, especially. So, I can just imagine the whole lecture he's prepared to throw at me.
"You're not doing anything special for Jamie at all?"
"How about the special things I do for him almost every day?" I counter right back.
"Hitting the clubs five times a week isn't exactly what I'd call meaningful."
My nostrils flare. "I think I've been getting along just fine without everyone getting into my business and telling me what I should and shouldn't do with my own boyfriend," I say sternly, my voice unmistakeably portraying my frustration with everyone jumping on my back about this goddamn holiday. "Jamie knows I love him. He knows I cherish every moment I spend with him. And he knows we don't need a holiday to remind us how much we mean to each other."
My dad glares at me with a look that clearly says I need to be slapped. But I don't care what he thinks, I don't care what anyone thinks.
I snatch Violet Renders from the shelf and toss it onto the counter. "That'll be it for me," I say dismissively.
"Now you're just being an asshole," Dad says.
"I wouldn't bother trying to change his mind, Keith," Rally remarks from behind me as he walks up and leans on the counter.
"We already tried convincing him," Sam chimes in. "Border Collie here is a loss cause." He ruffles my hair. I feel like smacking his paw away.
"Stubborn is what he is," Dad says with a trace of disappointment. "It's a waste, Ian."
"Can we please just stop talking about me?" I say with all the restraint I can muster to keep myself from yelling.
"Fine, fine. What about you two?" Dad asks Sam and Rally.
"Oh, we're celebrating." Sam wags in a way I rarely see from him, continually assaulting my disbelief that my snobby Doberman best friend is actually celebrating Valentine's Day.
"Now there's some good news. What have you got planned?"
Rally giggles and pulls Sam close, wrapping his arms around the wagging Dobie's chest. "We're gonna spend all day in bed--"
"Stop." Dad raises his paws. "I don't want to know."
Sam and Rally both chuckle while Dad shakes his head and smiles. "Glad you two, at least, are celebrating."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Dad." I turn my head away from him with a small sigh.
"It's your life, son. I'm not disappointed, I just...think it's a waste."
"Well...I don't see it that way."
"Fair enough, Ian." He nods.
I point to Violet Renders. "What's twenty percent off of twenty--"
"Don't worry about it," Dad cuts me off and hands me the book.
"What? Really?" I give him a surprised, quizzical look.
"Yeah. If nothing else, I'm sure Jamie'll really appreciate that."
"How'd you know that was for Jamie?"
Dad smirks. "Because he loves Alley Robin's work."
My tail starts wagging for the first time since I walked in here, and I laugh a little, extremely thankful for the lightheartedness suddenly emanating between us. "Thanks, Dad."
"No, problem. Just...try to have a good time. Whatever you do."
"Right." I nod and smile back at him.
Soon, I'm at Lakeshore University delivering a sketch to one of my art teachers before making my way to the Student Union to get some drawing done. Once I get there, I'm quick to find my usual spot; that familiar cream-coloured couch, complimented with the perfect view outside thanks to the nearby window. Before I can sit down, though, another sign jumps out at me on the bulletin board, and I'm just guessing it's another Valentine's Day promo.
It's more than that.
"Lakeshore's Valentine's Dance?" I say with a dumbfounded look on my face.
"Crazy, right?" a Husky says as he props himself next to me against the wall with an earnest smile.
"Ethan, what is this, like prom? We're not in High School."
"Oh, come on," he says, "I kinda like the idea of having a school dance. Getting into the spirit, you know?"
"I heard that." A German Shepherd suddenly appears out of the blue to embrace Ethan, and the two dogs kiss. Ethan and Shawn. Lovely; two more people to shove the whole Valentine's thing down my throat. "And after the dance, we're all heading down to Sea Grill."
"That new seafood restaurant?"
"Yup. Best calamari in Toronto." Ethan wags.
"Egh..." My reaction is less than enthusiastic; that place is a rip off of Sea Shore, a much better restaurant.
"Could be fun, Ian. And incredibly romantic." Shawn winks at me. I roll my eyes.
"And think about it. When's the last time you slow danced with Jamie?" Ethan asks.
"That's...really not my thing. I don't slow dance."
"But it might be his," Shawn counters.
"You never know. Jamie might love it," Ethan proclaims, subsequently twirling his boyfriend before dipping him. I stop for a moment. That's...actually something I hadn't thought of before. And I'm not sure how to respond, now. I want to stand my ground, but...they may have a point; Jamie might actually enjoy this, and I wouldn't even know because it's never come up before. I know he's been curious about Sea Grill, too, despite how much I think it's a knock off of Sea Shore.
In addition, I can't deny that Shawn and Ethan themselves have always looked great together, and I've never heard them argue. "You really think he'd go for something like this?" I ask both of them with obvious uncertainty.
"Have you ever known him not to be the romantic type?" Ethan inquires.
"Well, no, at all--"
"Then that's all you need, dude." He smiles brightly.
"Just give it some thought." Shawn wags while I scratch the back of my neck, still unsure. All I can do is nod to them as they kiss once more.
"Anyway, I better get to class," Shawn says before hugging Ethan and mock-saluting to us. "See you later, boys."
"See you, Shawn." I nod to him.
"Later, babe," Ethan replies, waving the German Shepherd off. "I better head off, too. Club Meeting and all. Think about what we said, Ian." He wags.
"Thanks." I nod again.
"No problem. And remember to plow his golden butt. Or vice versa." He grins, finally making me chuckle for once. "See you, dude!"
"See you soon, Ethan." When he takes off I turn my eyes back to the bulletin board. I clutch the paper delicately between two fingers without tearing it from the board, simply scanning my eyes over the words again, taking in exactly the connotations and implications that jump out at me. Romantic music, slow dancing, holding each other close; all that cheesy romance stuff you see in the movies. It really is like prom. I never went to prom.
It's not to say that I'm an unromantic guy, because that's not true, I'm a very romantic guy, but I don't do this kinda stuff. But I think about Jamie, and...how he might very well love this. We've never done that classy romantic stuff, so I don't know. It makes me think I might not know him as well as I thought...but that's bullshit. We've always done what we want, how we want, when we want. I don't think he'd even expect me to do anything on Valentine's Day at all, because he knows how I feel about it, so if nothing else...he might be surprised, and appreciate the gesture. I can just imagine the look on his face, and it brings another smile to my own.
It's just something to think about, in any case, I guess. I finally let go of the paper and bring myself back to the reason I came here in the first place. My butt hits the couch and I pull out my tablet so I can get some drawing done. Maybe I can finish this sketch of me and Jamie.
Back home, I'm lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, wishing dearly that I could fast-forward time, so I can be back in my Golden Retriever's arms. Thankfully, it's just a few more hours until he flies in.
My mind keeps going back to what Shawn and Ethan said about that dance. I mean, technically, I guess...it couldn't hurt to take him, and we both like sea food. But this is so far beyond what I really wanted to do; I just wanted to see him, welcome him back to Toronto, maybe hit Caper Tails, and spend the night together. I didn't want to make a big deal of this fucking holiday.
On the other hand...maybe I'm just being unreasonably stubborn. Which might be the case, since I'm apparently in the minority here. For all I know, this Lakeshore dance could be the best thing I could do for Jamie, as opposed to doing the same thing we always do. Like a nice, good surprise to really welcome him back; something he wouldn't expect.
I'm suddenly reminded of the time I surprised him with that portrait I drew of him. Seeing his face the moment I gave it to him was so...satisfying, as a boyfriend. To make him feel so happy and loved with something so unexpected and completely out of left field, that was something I'll never forget.
I do like the thought of doing that again...
I glance at the copy of Violet Renders sitting on my desk. I didn't even plan on it being a Valentine's gift; it's just something I knew Jamie would like. But...maybe he does deserve something a little more after being gone so long, especially with everything we went through before he left. I really like the thought of surprising him again. I smile at the thought.
Still, in the meantime, I'm left waiting with agonizing patience--or lack thereof--until he gets here. Part of me thinks I should go spend the night over Sam's or Rally's, so I at least wouldn't be lonely. But then I figure that one of them is probably already staying with the other, so they can spend all night and all day tomorrow fucking, which is just like those two. I can't blame them, though; after going so long without sex myself, the first thing I plan to do when Jamie gets back is royally fuck his brains out. I chuckle quietly knowing he's probably planning for the same for me. Kinda makes me wonder if he's planning to give me the same knotty pounding I gave him on our last night together. I'm still a little nervous about that; I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of plowing. It doesn't matter now, though. For now, I still have to wait.
A soft sigh leaves my throat as I turn to my right, instinctively draping my arm over something golden that isn't there.
This is going to be a long night.
It's two-twelve PM. This is drudgery. I hate waiting at the airport; it always feels like I'm meeting someone who I haven't seen in a long time, like an old friend or family member, but this time around it's all the more difficult because it's my boyfriend, so my excitement is uncontrollably flaring. Anyone here can tell how excited I am from the simple fact that my fucking tail won't stay still. It just makes it harder to wait.
His flight landed two minutes ago, so now it's just a case waiting all those accumulated minutes it always takes someone to get to here from the gate. An eternity to my mind.
I feel like jumping over to the nearby newsstand and burying my nose in a magazine for a bit, but the last thing I want to do is miss Jamie when he walks out. Like I said, I hate waiting.
Then, a moment later I see a group of five Golden Retrievers, and I immediately block out everyone of them except for that beautiful blond one in the middle, the one with those familiar green eyes that seem to sparkle in the distance.
"Jamie!" I happily yell out and jump over the railing, not caring who hears me or sees me.
"Hey, Ian!" He yells back with a gleeful wag, and we run to each other as fast as we can before colliding in a long-awaited, deep kiss. We embrace and hold each other close, and he nearly shoves his tongue down my throat. I can practically hear his parents groaning at our public display, but I don't care, I don't care who sees us, and I'm happy to moan right back into this Retriever's muzzle. Lord knows I haven't in a good, long while.
When we finally part, we're panting and giggling like idiots, almost speechless in each other's arms.
"Hey," I say with the brightest smile, almost out of breath. "Glad to finally see you."
"You, too. It's great to be back home." He wags, licking my nose with an equal smile.
"Aren't you...going to introduce us, Jamie?" An elder female Retriever asks, whom I can only assume is his mother.
Jamie then clears his throat with a slight blush before turning around. "Ian, this...is my family. My mom and dad," he says, pointing to the two Retrievers holding most of the luggage. I nod and smile before he gestures to the two remaining dogs. 'My sister Jesse, and my brother Kirk. Everyone...this is my boyfriend, Ian."
"Hello, everyone." I smile again, despite the tiny nervousness I feel in the back of my throat. I didn't actually expect to meet his parents like this, their first impression of me probably being 'that boy' who kissed their son right in front of them. Yeah, I didn't care before, but...it's probably not the best way to meet someone's parents.
"He's cute." Jesse giggles with a wag of her own, causing me to blush a bit. Kirk just turns his head, not saying anything at all. I guess that means he's not wild about me.
"So, this is Ian," his dad says with what looks like a reluctant nod. "Good to meet you, son."
"I was wondering when Jamie'd finally introduce us. It's very nice to meet you, Ian." His mother is the only one with a real, genuine smile, aside from his sister's giggle, which I still welcome.
"Nice to meet you all, too," I reply in the most polite way possible.
"We're actually just heading home now, but...why don't you come with us?" Jamie says before turning back to his family. "That's okay, right, Mom?"
"Of course. And it's Valentine's Day, so I'm sure it'll give you two a chance to catch up." She smiles and nods.
"Awesome!" Jamie cheers as we both smile and hug each other.
I manage to fall asleep during the cab ride to Jamie's parents' place, and when we finally get there, I'm happy to help carry his bags upstairs to his room.
"Mom, Ian and I are gonna stay in my room for a while!" he shouts downstairs, closing his door and locking it shut before his mother can even respond.
"Your parents have a lovely home," I say, glancing around the gorgeous, blue decor of his bedroom, noticing a striking resemblance to Jamie's apartment.
"You like it? They've had this place for a long time," he replies, jumping onto his bed and making himself comfortable. "So, what do you think of them?" He wags.
I quickly join him on the bed, pushing him onto his back so I can snuggle with him. He giggles and brings his arms around me. "Your mom's really nice. Not sure if your dad likes me, though. Probably the same with your brother, too; he didn't say a word to me. Jesse's cute, though."
"Yeah...Dad is...still getting used to the fact that I have a boyfriend. He's not against it, but he doesn't totally..." He looks at me with those green eyes. "You know...get it."
"Hmm..."
"It probably wasn't easy for him seeing us kiss like that."
"You think he'll warm up to me?"
"Eventually he will, I'm sure. I can't get enough of you." He smiles, reversing our positions and climbing on top of me. Before I can say anything else, I feel his tongue in my mouth again, and this time I'm content to let it stay as it swirls around with my own. We joyfully moan and hold each other while both of our tails sweep and thump the bed. My right paw dips under his shirt, running my fingers through that dexterous, golden fur that any Border Collie would be jealous of, while my left travels delicately through his blond hair, and through half-lidded eyes, I gaze deeply into those ravishing, green hues, refamiliarizing myself with all the features I love about him.
I've missed this. It feels like forever since we've done it and I'm delighted to stay like this until our tongues give out. And when they finally do, we just lay and smile at each other.
"Been a while since we did that." He runs a paw through the blue highlights of my jet black hair. "I really missed you."
"You as well." I lick his nose and give him an affectionate squeeze.
"So..." He smiles wider.
"So. Your sister thinks I'm cute, huh?"
"She goes crazy over every hot guy she sees. She might flirt with you, too."
"Oh, joy." I chuckle and roll my eyes. "And what's Kirk's problem?"
"He's a little... complicated."
"Complicated?"
"He's kinda jealous that I've had a boyfriend for this long, while he can't get a girlfriend for longer than two weeks. Funny how he's the older one."
"Sibling rivalry, eh?"
"Something like that. He doesn't hate you, he's just jealous. He'll get over it eventually. And even if he doesn't, it's not like it matters, right?"
I shake my head a bit and kiss his nose. "I guess not."
"Don't worry about it." He kisses me again. As we lay there holding each other, I take a moment to revel in his familiar scent and body warmth. I can't describe how good it feels to finally bask with him again.
"You know one of the hardest things about being apart for so long?" I say once a paw roams down give his rump a soft squeeze.
"I can take a few guesses." He giggles then shifts on top of me to lift off his shirt. "How much time have you got, Ian?"
I smile up at him and run my paws along his gorgeous upper body. "I'm in no hurry. I was eventually gonna ask you how your trip went, and if you wanted to do something today. You know... after..."
Jamie's tail starts wagging as he grins and moves over to the edge of the bed. He then pulls down his pants and boxers, tossing them across the room. "How about you ask me in the shower?" He winks at me, standing up, fully naked in that magnificent fur as he serenades me with his sumptuous, wiggling rump. I just sit there, hardly able to resist every impulse to pounce and fuck him right here and now.
"In the shower, eh?" I ask, just to make sure he's serious while my eyes remain locked on his naked body, especially his butt.
"In the shower." He glances over his shoulder, giving me lustful smile before walking towards the bathroom, swaying his rump the entire time.
"Goddamn..." I say under my breath, mesmerized by how sexy he is. I immediately pull off my own shirt, followed by my pants, throwing them in the same direction as Jamie's clothes. Now, I'm just as naked in my black and white fur, and it feels incredibly... naughty, but insanely hot at the same time. He's already in the shower by the time I step in the bathroom, gesturing me with a finger and making me all the more eager. And when I join him, we quickly close the shower door, both of us wagging fervently.
"Come here, you." he pulls me into another sweet kiss. Our tongues happily mingle once again while he turns the water on, and soon I feel it pouring onto our bodies with a satisfying warmth, sensualizing our encounter even more. There's nothing sexier than a wet Golden Retriever, and my paws are quick to validate that claim by traversing all through his fur as I kiss him, lick him, grope him and grind against him, horny as hell, and unable to resist his charms any longer. He's just as eager, moaning intently into my mouth as he firmly squeezes my rump. Eventually, he breaks the kiss, and we both pant, gazing wetly at each other as the water continues to soak us.
He ruffles my hair and grabs a bottle of strawberry scented shampoo. Great. We've both waited so long and yet he's still gonna tease me by actually having us wash up first. That's almost torture. However, I do find myself snickering at the irony of us getting 'dirty' after we wash ourselves.
"Your favourite." I smile.
"And yours, too." He wags.
"Strawberry's good enough." I lick his nose. He smiles back and squeezes the shampoo into his paw before lathering my hair and fur with it, then doing the same to himself. My paws thoroughly work the substance into my fur, and I'm always amused at the way Jamie does it to himself; he looks so... silly, but sexy at the same time. When the water washes my fur clean, I reach my paws out to help Jamie lather the rest of his own fur, much to his amusement. It's a major turn on, though, and I'm seriously enticed by the lavish scent of strawberry mixed with his own natural scent, even as the water washes the shampoo from his body.
"Always offering a helping paw." He smiles, turning around and rewarding me with a firm squeeze to my sheath, making me shudder. "Hope you don't mind me returning the favour." His other paw settles along my upper back as he begins to stroke diligently along my nether regions.
"Not at all." I wrap my arms around him. We kiss again, a couple wet kisses as we move directly under the shower head. "So...how was your trip?"
"It was nice," he says with firm squeezes, making it hard for me to focus on the words coming out of his mouth instead of the sensations from his fingers. The smirk on his muzzle tells me he's enjoying this even more than I am. "We visited Grandma Sheldon and went on a couple tours, exploring Ottawa; saw Parliament Hill, the Peace Tower, several statues of former PM's...it was great and all, but I think I would have enjoyed it more if you were there." He kisses my nose and continues stroking me.
"Oh?" I moan again in his grasp. "Would you have?"
"Of course! It's not often I get to see you squirming like this." He kisses me and wags. "It's sexy." By now, I'm erect and throbbing against his paw, to which he delightfully jerks me off, squeezing hard and making me moan louder. "Besides...being with my family, I had to go weeks without sex or jerking off. You know how hard that is?" he says, emphasizing that particular word with another merciless squeeze, causing me to squirm even more.
"Well...now that you're back after...so long..." I say in between breathsm "I was thinking today we could...maybe do something special..."
"Special, eh?" He grins, finally letting go of my cock before pulling me close against his wet body, pressing hard and grinding against me. I didn't even notice his own erection, but it feels incredible, and now I'm hornier than ever. "I wouldn't...mind that," he says between hot breaths of his own, licking my nose again. "What do you say we do it right here?" He manages to smile again.
"Really? Right...here?" I don't even know why I'm asking. I wanna fuck him right now.
He grabs our cocks and squeezes our knots together, prompting a shuddering gasp from both of us. "Anymore questions, doggy?" He wags and licks my nose again. I giggle before kissing him hungrily and shoving him against the wall. We're grinding heavily, moaning deeply as our paws travel amongst our bodies, squeezing, groping and grabbing anything we can find. Jamie reaches out to grab a bottle of lube on the shelf, quickly squeezing some into his paws, then spreading it around my length. I break our kiss with a small gasp, but he smiles and kisses me again as he continues lubing me up, probably giving me too much to compensate for the pouring water, but neither of us care. My anticipation soars when I see him spreading some under his tail to prepare himself before setting the bottle back down.
"Come on," he says, dragging his tongue across my thin lips before turning around and bracing himself against the wall. He looks so enticing; completely wet and dripping, splayed so gracefully against the wall with his tail raised and his passage begging me for fulfillment. I'm quick and happy to provide it as I eagerly slide all the way into him up to my slick, wet knot. Jamie lets loose an eager, serenading moan that's music to ears, even amongst the running water. I moan right along with him when he clenches his muscles around me, and I brace myself behind him, placing my paws on the wall right under his. He's tighter than I remember, which is perfect, being he's been away for a while, and it feels incredible as I flex my length within him.
I don't waste any time as I bury my nose in his neck and begin thrusting hard, plunging myself deep inside his rump time and again. "God, I've missed you..." I whisper into his ear as our bodies gyrate with mutual fervency.
"You, too..." he replies with breathless passion, bucking back, and driving me wild with his tightness, instantly sending me over the edge as I shove my knot past his ring and tie with him. Our combined moans dominate the shower and we pause for a few moments, panting with excitement even as I withdraw my knot and resume plowing him like I did initially. And soon, I hear those sexy, Golden moans again.
The first time we tried this, it was a little too much for Jamie, but he stuck with it and quickly grew used to it. I personally love it; it's the best way for canines to fuck. His scent mixed with his arousal and the shampoo make for such an insatiable accord as I eagerly pound his rump, shoving my knot right back into those sumptuous walls of his. I plant my paws firmly on Jamie's hips, holding him tightly as I ram my knot into him over and over again, thrusting harder every time, completely amazed by the sheer pleasure each time I tie with him.
"You're gonna come too quickly if you keep that up..." he says between ragged breaths, moaning and squirming everytime I knot him.
"I know," I say, not caring one bit as I ravage this beautiful, golden body, burying my knot Inside him a final time. I moan deeply around his neck, feeling my balls tightening as I flood Jamie's rump with wad after thick, sticky wad of my semen.
We're panting hard with exhausted, silly giggles, and I've only now noticed that the water has gotten cold. "We should probably get out now..." I say with a weak smile, licking Jamie's cheek.
"Yeah..." He gives a goofy smile of his own, playfully slapping my face with his tail. I pull out of him for good this time, and he turns around to embrace me with a soft sigh. We stay situated against the wall for a bit, just appreciating each other and catching our breaths as we wait for our mutual fatigue to subside. He ruffles my hair and kisses my cheek. "We totally need to do that again," he says, eventually releasing me and turning off the water. He then slaps me with his tail again while stepping out of the shower to grab a towel.
"Next time, I'm all yours." I grin, stepping out after him and grabbing a second towel from the same rack.
Jamie giggles and squeezes my butt. "I'll hold you to that," he remarks as we walk out of the bathroom.
After we dry ourselves off a bit, we settle back onto his bed, still in our towels. As I go back to admiring his body again, I'm still trying to figure out how to approach him with this...surprise. He smiles at me. One of those you-know-what-I-want smiles that tells me he wants to go again. "You're insatiable sometimes, you know that?" I shake my head in jest.
He smirks. "Particularly when I don't come."
I quickly arch a brow. "You didn't come?"
"Nope."
How the hell did that happen? I guess I got so caught up with the knotting that I forgot all about his own orgasm. Jamie and I kinda have a thing where both of us like to climax during sex, and if one of us does but the other doesn't, well...we always make sure to rectify that. "Well, this is just unacceptable!" I playfully object as I toss my towel on the ground and scoot over to him. He grins and tosses his own towel, leaving us just as naked as we were before.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips in much the same way he was doing to me earlier. "By decree of boyfriendship, I must insure that you come long and hard! It's only fair." I wag like an idiot while he chuckles and brings his paws to my hips. We start grinding against each other and our breathing quickly turns heavy as we kiss again.
"So...what shall we do?" I ask, grinning like a fool once my erection stands proud along with his once more.
"Well, since you've gotten all knotty with me twice now..." he says, and...I think I know where this is going. "I think it's my turn, now." The lustful gleam in his eye tells me he's been looking forward to this. My smile is a little less enthusiastic.
"You...really want to do that?" I ask with trepidation.
He nods and leans up to lick my nose. "I've been curious," he says. Again, my mind rings back to the first time we tried this and I remember how nervous and hesitant he was, to the point where he didn't even want to do it initially. Now, in the biggest turn of irony, I feel the same way. I'm just not sure I can handle something that intense without it hurting like hell.
"If you'd...rather not..."
"Jamie..." I sigh softly.
"It's okay, Ian. You don't have to." He smiles at me. "Remember, I felt the same way. I won't make you do it if you don't want to." He still wags, despite how much I can tell he really wants to do this. And like a hypocrite, here I am denying him the very thing I've done it to him twice now. I can't do that to him. Gazing into those eyes and seeing that adorable smile, I know he deserves better. And on Valentine's Day especially, as Sam and Rally would tell me.
"No, let's...let's do it," I say with a deep breath. My smile eventually returns even though my trepidation remains.
"You sure?" His paws glide upwards along my body to grasp my shoulders.
"Yeah." I nod solemnly. "It's only fair." I lean down to kiss his nose. Now he's even more excited than before and he steals a kiss from me as another deep breath pours out of my muzzle.
"Have you got lube in here, too, or do you need to grab it from the shower?" I manage to chuckle. He grins, reaching over into the nearby drawer to fetch some. "Almost like you never left home."
"Almost." He hands it to me. I pop it open and carefully work the substance along his hard length, admiring the familiar, fleshy feel every time I touch him. Meanwhile he just finds it hard to stay still, wagging like a little kid. Then I apply the lube to myself, spreading a lot more than I'd usually need under my tail, making sure I'm as slick I need to be. I'm still nervous, but I smile at him and set the bottle back on his drawer, slick and ready for him now.
He looks at me longingly. "You're really sweet, you know?"
"You're worth it," I smile down at him while shifting my body on top of his and grinding my rump over his tapered tip, teasing him. With a quickening breath, he grabs hold of my hips again as I slowly slide my way down his length, moaning gratefully when I feel it invading my insides. It's been too long since I felt him, and he makes every moment count when he starts grinding himself inside me, taking full advantage of my body as we send each other into a blissful haze.
I quickly feel his plump knot pressing against my ring. Despite my nervousness, I lean down to kiss him, reveling as always in the sensation of our entwining tongues. He tilts his head, taking his time to kiss me. All the while, I start out slow, steadily working my way up and down his length, with deep, heavy breaths pouring from my muzzle into his. Our eyes remain closed, allowing us to further embrace our mutual passion as he fervently slams into me. I gleefully squirm every time he does until his knot slides into me for the first time, and then our kiss breaks, leaving our vocals free to permeate the room. We hold nothing back.
"How're you feeling?" he asks between breaths, eagerly raising his legs to penetrate me deeper.
"I'm...okay. Keep...keep...going," I'm breathless in my reply as I clench around him, tasting a little bit of heaven when I feel his tip connect with my prostate. I can feel his nails digging through my fur as he pulls out of me, nearly forcing a shrill from my throat. Every second is precious when he starts bucking back into me as I ride him, hungrily pushing his knot back into my rump. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would, thank God, and the pain is trumped by the enormous pleasure soaring through my body in electric jolts. My muzzle spills forth moans I never thought I'd hear from myself as I grind against him with a newfound lust, clenching my muscles as hard as I can to reward him. He raises his legs again to thrust harder and faster, keeping a firm hold on my body as he constantly drives his knot into me. All the while, I'm grabbing the blanket so tight, I can practically feel it ripping between my fingers.
He doesn't last long. When he buries himself inside me for the final time, our vocals run rampant and we shudder against one another. The look on his face when he comes is simply beautiful, and I quickly give him a muzzle full of dog tongue while shooting all over his chest from the intense job he did on my prostate.
He holds me close as we lay, completely out of breath and too exhausted to maintain our kiss. We just smile and giggle stupidly at each other in that afterglow-esque way. We do that every time. He runs a paw through my hair and licks my nose, lightly thumping the bed with his tail.
"See? It wasn't...so bad," he says amongst pants with that goofy smile that I love.
I chuckle in my fatigue. "It was nice..." That's a bit of an understatement, really. It was...intense. But amazing, nonetheless.
I guess I shouldn't have been so afraid after all.
After a long while of quiet snuggling and kissing, we finally force ourselves off the bed and get dressed.
"I, uh...didn't bring a spare change..."
"That's okay," he says, tossing me a pair of boxers, a dark blue shirt and white shorts. "You can wear mine."
I chuckle and slip into them as if they're my own. Fortunately, Jamie's roughly the same size as me, so it's no trouble. "A perfect fit."
"I can tell," he says, adorning himself with a dark green top and black shorts. "You know, there's something really sexy about seeing my boyfriend in my own clothes."
"I'll try not to dirty them." I smirk. "But what do I do about my own clothes?"
"Leave them here for now. You can always pick them up later, right?" He runs a paw through his bangs, making sure they look exactly as he wants them to.
"Sure." I say, ruffling his hair and messing it up again. He glares playfully at me. "So. How about we...head out and paint the town?"
"Spunky already?" He playfully slaps my paw away so I can stop messing with his hair. "What'd you have in mind?"
I grin. "You'll have to wait and find out."
"A surprise, eh?" He arches a brow curiously, but still wags. "On my first day back?"
"Of course. No reason not to, right?" I smile.
He gives me a silly look, then chuckles. "Alright. Surprise me, Ian."
My smile widens. I'm still not a hundred percent sure about doing this, but again, I figure it can't hurt. I gesture my head towards the door. "After you, sir."
He smiles back at me and leads the way out of his room.
"Mom, Dad, Ian and I are taking off," he says loud enough that his parents can hear from the living room as we make our way downstairs.
"Jamie, wait a minute," his dad halts us. "We need to talk."
His parents have a...displeased look on their faces, and suddenly I'm worried and wondering what's going on.
"What's up, Dad?" Jamie asks.
"Sit down, son. Both of you," his dad says. We obligingly walk over and seat ourselves on the living room couch, both of us feeling a bit anxious due to his dad's tone. I'd actually like to admire the dor and furnishings of the area, along with the many pictures littered across the room, some of which look like a younger Jamie in them. And I would if it weren't for the perturbed look on his parents' faces.
"Something wrong?" Jamie asks while I just remain quiet.
"Honey, let's get this out of the way first and foremost," his mom starts, "We think it's great that you have a boyfriend, and that you're comfortable in your sexuality, and happy with who you are. That's wonderful," she says with a genuine smile, even though I detect a hint of...distress. All the while, Jamie's getting more anxious than I am. "But regardless, there's still rules we expect you to abide by in our home."
"Meaning..." Jamie says somewhat apprehensively.
"Meaning we don't want to hear you two having sex." His dad raises his voice with an added sternness that makes Jamie and I flinch. We both lower our heads and I hear a soft sigh escape Jamie's lips.
I feel my stomach turn in several ways. I didn't even think his parents would...hear us. I guess I should have expected it with how loud we were...especially me. And it got us both in trouble. I can't imagine how his parents must feel about me, now.
"...I didn't mean..." Jamie starts, but stops, feeling too discouraged, I imagine.
"It's one thing to invite your boyfriend over, Jamie. That's fine. But we don't appreciate being disrespected in our own home." He emphasizes every single word, making us feel even worse to the point where the tension makes me want to vomit.
Jamie finally manages to look his parents in the face, giving them a sorrowful nod. "...I'm sorry, Dad. Mom."
"I apologize, too, Mr. and Mrs. Readon," I add, "I--We...meant no disrespect. Honestly. We're sorry..." I manage to finish, bringing my head back down in shame.
"We appreciate the apology, you two," his mother says with a more tender, motherly voice that makes me feel a little better. "Make no mistake, we do support your boys' relationship, and we want you to enjoy yourselves. Just...know when some things are and aren't appropriate. Sound fair?"
Jamie nods carefully. "Yeah, Mom. Sorry again."
"Won't happen again, Mr. and Mrs. Readon. We promise." I give a solemn nod of my own.
She smiles. "Alright."
Jamie and I look at each other with relieved smiles of our own.
"One other thing," Jamie's dad says. God, what else could he possibly throw at me? "Just how long have you boys been together?"
My ears perk. That's a question I wasn't expecting.
"Just over a year," Jamie says with a proud perkiness. I chuckle at him.
"A year, huh?" His dad looks curiously at us, but...approvingly, still. I think. "I guess that means you're here to stay, Ian."
"I hope so," I say politely as I can, "I don't know where I'd be without this dog." My arm wraps around Jamie's shoulder, and he ruffles my own hair for a change.
His dad laughs unenthusiastically. "You doing anything for Valentine's Day?"
"I, uh...don't...know?" Jamie looks at me puzzled.
"You don't know?" His mother arches a brow.
"Actually, it's a surprise," I announce confidently before knocking down a pillow with my tail as it rapidly slaps the couch. "Ah, sorry about that."
"A surprise, huh?" His mother chuckles as I place the pillow back on the end. "Looks like you really have someone invested in you, Jamie." She smiles again.
"I wouldn't rather have anyone else." Jamie wags and pats my shoulder.
"In that case, I think we've kept you boys long enough. Get out and enjoy yourselves." Jamie's dad nods once more, and for the first time he smiles at me. At both of us.
I glance at my boyfriend. "You heard him. Come on." I smirk and Jamie giggles as we finally get up from the couch.
"Have a nice time, boys," his mother says.
"Stay out of trouble," his dad remarks as we exit the living room.
"And your clothes will be washed by the time you get back, Ian," his mother adds before we leave.
I look at Jamie curiously. "Wha--"
"Apparently she noticed you in my clothes." He grins.
I laugh quietly. "Thanks, Mrs. Readon!"
As we catch a bus to our 'secret' destination, Jamie and I do some more catching up. The whole time I'm with him it all seems so familiar and natural, it's almost like he never left. I idly glance out the window, wondering how the rest of the day is going to play out before turning back to suddenly find him smirking at me. "What?"
"I told you he'd warm up to you." He gives a triumphant look.
I chuckle in delight. "Yeah. I'm glad."
"So..." He shifts around in our seat. "You gonna tell me where we're going, or is it still a surprise?"
"Still a surprise." I tap his nose.
"Looking forward to it." He licks my cheek. We soon hear a couple beeps from Jamie's cellphone and he quickly fetches it from his pocket. "Hey, it's a text from Sam." He smiles brightly. "I was wondering when I'd hear from him and Rally."
"About time." I chuckle again. "What'd he say?"
Jamie snickers. "Welcome back home, dude. Ian give you a good plowing yet?"
"If he only knew..." I grin widely. His phone beeps again.
"Got another one from Rally." He smiles again.
"What's the spotty got to say?"
"Glad to have you back, Goldie. Don't think Ian would have lasted much longer without you." Jamie laughs. "Guess we don't have to worry about that anymore, huh?" he says, messing my hair again.
"Thank God for that." I lick his muzzle.
We eventually arrive at our 'secret' destination where we step off the bus to Jamie's utter surprise. "We're at Lakeshore University?" he says with a puzzled look.
"Yup." I smile and cock my head. "Right this way."
He giggles. "Wonder what kind of surprise you've cooked up here."
"You'll see," I say, leading him on campus towards the Student Union. It's been quite a while since Jamie's set foot on campus, given that he's been away for so long. From the look on his face, I think being back at Lakeshore alone is a surprise in and of itself. He has no idea what's about to hit him.
Once inside the Union, I quickly lead us to the downstairs auditorium. The pink heart above the blue door confirms we're exactly where we need to be.
Jamie opens his mouth to say something, but I silence him with a kiss before he can get anything out. I smile at him again before pushing open the doors to find a room full of dim red and blue lighting accompanied by a soothing, romantic ballad that almost perfectly punctuates the occasion. There's a lot more people here than I thought; I see couples of various species and persuasions dancing with each other, including guys with guys, guys with girls, and even girls with girls. This still isn't my thing, and I feel very much out of place as I hear the door close behind us, but...it's not nearly as cheesy as I imagined. It's...romantic. Which is okay.
I don't know how I managed to let Shawn and Ethan talk me into this. But for the sake of surprising Jamie with something special and unexpected, I think...it's worth a try. Even if I feel somewhat uncomfortable in this environment. We're both taking in the scenery of the room, heavily decorated and altered to reflect the holiday this dance is commemorating. We see reddish-pink hearts and ribbons littered throughout the area, accentuated by the dim lighting as it shifts from red to blue now.
"They really put a ton of work into this," Jamie remarks, marveling at the scene.
I gently take his paw, brushing over his fingers with my thumb. "So would you care to dance?"
He gives me a bright, yet puzzled smile, almost in disbelief. "What, here? Now?"
"Yeah, here," I say with a straight face.
He giggles and shakes his head. "Sure."
With a smile, I lead him toward the middle of the floor, finding a nice open spot between all the other couples. His paws on my hips, my arms around his neck, we settle into a gentle sway. I try to let the music guide me, unused to such ballads, and the whole time I keep hoping I don't accidentally step on Jamie's feet.
"Try to relax," he says quietly while grasping my left paw and lacing his fingers with mine, smiling softly as we move. I give his paw a squeeze and try to smile back as he guides me. Now I feel a little better. Still awkward, but better. I probably look goofy compared to everyone else in here, but admittedly...it is nice to be this close to Jamie even if the occasion isn't to my taste.
"How do you like your surprise?" I ask, admiring his green eyes within the dim lighting. Without a word he smiles and kisses me passionately. My eyes eventually close as I feel the long, slow caress of his tongue against mine. My right paw moves to his shoulder, holding him close while I return each tender stroke to his own tongue.
And we just stay like that; muzzles locked, eyes closed, sucking onto each other's breath as we hold each other and dance. I can't remember the last time I shared a kiss like this with him, and I savor every second, every stroke, every caress, every moan.
And then the song ends. I finally open my eyes to gaze once again into an opposite pair of captivating, warm, green hues. He squeezes my paw once more before ending our long and raptured kiss.
"Now that was beautiful," Shawn says, suddenly embracing me from behind.
"Hey, boys." Ethan embraces Jamie in a similar fashion. My Golden giggles while I chuckle. "Didn't think you'd come." Our Husky friend wags in delight.
"Yeah, we came." I smile softly.
"Never thought I'd see you dance like that," Ethan continues.
"And that kiss was damn amazing," Shawn proclaims, causing Jamie and I to glance at each other with a certain fondness. "You guys going anywhere after this?"
"Not sure," Jamie says, "Got any ideas, Ian?" He arches a brow.
I smile again. "I've got something in mind. Another surprise."
Ethan grins and ruffles the Retriever's hair. "Looks like you're in for an interesting night."
Jamie wags. "Looks like it."
"As for us, we're about to head to dinner." The German Shepherd nods.
"I bet I know where." I smirk. "Have a good time, guys."
"You, too. And welcome back, Jamie." Shawn gestures.
"Thanks, it's great to see you guys again." Jamie wags.
"Anyway, we better take off. We'll see you boys later. And happy Valentine's Day," Ethan says as he and Shawn finally part.
"You, too," Jamie and I reply in unison.
"So." My boyfriend turns to me. "Where to next, fearless Border Collie?"
"I guess you'll have to wait and see." I wag and gesture for him to follow as I lead him out of the auditorium.
"Uh huh." He giggles lightly. "Lead the way, sir."
The bus ride to our next destination is a rather quiet one. Jamie leans against the window, gazing out of it, almost in disarray. I want to ask him if something's wrong...but I decide not to, because I want to believe everything is alright. I want this to go well, especially since it's his first day back.
I gently lay my head on his shoulder and coax his arm around me. That gets his attention, and he gives me a soft smile before licking my forehead.
When we arrive, he doesn't seem as surprised this time around.
"Sea Grill, eh?" he remarks with the tiniest wag of his tail. "Always wanted to come here." He chuckles faintly.
"Come on." I smile and lead him inside.
The whole place has a real...sea sort of feel to it, and I appreciate the interior blue and white trim. The pink heart above the counter is obviously there in support of Valentine's Day. I smirk when I see Shawn, Ethan, and a bunch of other familiar faces in large, circular booth in the corner.
The food looks pretty nice, too, and it does a good job of overwhelming my canine sense of smell. Our waitress is this nice, female Border Collie who doesn't take too long in bringing us a nice plate of calamari and a couple pink cream sodas.
Alright, so it's not a total rip off of Sea Shore.
Jamie and I spend a good while in silence as we eat. It's a bit of an awkward silence. Jamie alternates between idly playing with his food and glazing out the window next to us, not really focusing on any particular thing.
And it's getting more awkward by the second.
I clear my throat after another swig of Cream Soda. "So. Sea Grill. You know they originally wanted to build this place near the Eaton Mall? But they decided not to, because they didn't want to compete with Sea Shore." I wag slightly.
He chuckles half-heartedly.
This...doesn't seem to be going as well as I'd hoped. By this point, I'm a little past holding my back my worry now.
"Something wrong, sweetie?"
He shakes his head lightly while looking back down at his food. "Nah."
"You okay?"
He nods, looking back at me with another soft smile. "I'm okay."
Well...I suppose that does it. I just heard it from his mouth, so...I guess everything's okay. Even if it doesn't seem so.
"Well. I know one thing for sure. This is definitely the best calamari in Toronto." I giggle. Jamie just nods. "And also--"
"Ian," he stops me, gently placing his paw on top of mine. "Tell me the truth. Do you really want to be here? Be honest with me."
"Well, I..." I'm a bit taken aback, unsure of what to say. "I mean...it's nice...but I'd kinda rather be at my place, snuggling with you in bed right now." I giggle once again.
"How about we get out of here, then?" Jamie gives me a bigger smile this time as his tail rapidly thumps the seat.
"Sure." I smile back. We finish our drinks and call our waitress back to the booth for the bill.
She looks curiously at us. "Can I ask, are you two a couple?"
"We are." Jamie wags again.
"How long have you guys been together?"
"Just over a year," I say, looking at my boyfriend fondly.
The waitress chuckles in delight. "Well, you're in luck, boys. Couples who've been together for a year or more eat for free today in honour of Valentine's Day."
Jamie and I both laugh and I shake my head a bit. "Thank you," I say to her.
"No problem, boys. Happy Valentine's Day." She smiles gingerly before disposing of our plate. Jamie and I wag and finally get up from our booth.
And with that, we're back on the bus, heading to my apartment. Thankfully, the silence is appreciated this time as Jamie and I snuggle happily in our seat, not caring who sees us or quietly objects to two faggots openly displaying their affection.
We can't wait to get off the bus. From the bus stop we practically run to my apartment, and once we're inside, it isn't surprising how fast we hit my bed.
"Quite a day, huh?" I say, wagging as I lay on top of him.
"Sure was." He smiles and licks my nose. "But please, let's never do that again."
"What?" I say, flabbergasted. "Didn't you like it?"
"I did like it, yeah. The real question is did you like it."
"Me? What do you mean?"
"I'm not stupid, Ian," he says with a slightly firm tone, "I can tell when my boyfriend's feeling uncomfortable. You were so awkward the entire time, it literally felt like you didn't want to be there at all. So I'm at a loss as to why we even went."
I'm so blown away, I don't even know what to say. "Well, I...I just...wanted to surprise you. You know... do something special..."
"By doing something you don't even like? How am I supposed to enjoy myself when it's obvious that you're not?"
"Jamie..."
"Ian Morlen would take me down to Lakeshore Beach. He'd take me out to Caper Tails to dance the way we like to. Maybe he'd take me out to a movie, or even to get a drink. But he'd never take me slow dancing. And he wouldn't take me to a restaurant he doesn't even like. That's not my boyfriend."
His words are so harsh and heavy, I feel myself tearing up. And what's worse is he's completely right. He's right about every single word and that makes it hurt even more. "I'm sorry..." I say amidst a stream of tears running down my face. "I just wanted to make you happy..."
"You should know you don't have to go out of your way to make me happy, you silly mutt..." he says softly with a much gentler tone while wiping my eyes. Before I can say anything else, he kisses me deeply. And it's the very same kiss we shared during the dance. I close my eyes, trying to take solace in the tender strokes of his tongue, and it's every bit as good as before. He gently rolls us over so that I'm on my back with him on top of me again. When our kiss finally ends, he gazes at me with those green eyes.
"You remember my birthday? I said the best thing you could ever do for me was to spend the entire day in bed together. It's the most romantic thing in the world."
"I know..." I say, sighing softly in shame.
"I would have loved that..." And now I can finally see the tearful cascade running down his own face. "Or, alternatively, I would have been happy heading down to Caper Tails to dance like we always do, or even spending one or two hours in bed, not even the whole day. Anything, so long as we both enjoyed it together..."
"I'm so sorry..." I say, tearing up again. "I'm an idiot..."
"You're not an idiot," he counters, licking my nose. "You're just a real silly mutt sometimes." He manages to giggle despite his own tears. "But I love that about you. It's so cute. To think you'd go so far just to make me happy, when you know you don't have to. You're the sweetest dog in the world."
Hearing that, I somehow manage to smile as he wipes my eyes again. I return the favour as I hate to see such a teary Golden face. We kiss once more, a shorter one this time, and with dry eyes and a deep sigh, I hold his wagging body closely.
"So...we've still got an entire night left. Anything you want to do that we'd both enjoy?" He giggles again.
I lick his nose. "Well...you wanna head to Caper Tails for a bit, then...spend the night here?"
He smiles widely. "I'd love that."
My tail wags as the booming bass of a dance song blares through the club. It's complimented by various laser lights viciously painting the dark atmosphere and setting the perfect mood for this kind of occasion. I can already tell it's my kind of song; the kind of house-electronic music that appeals to every young, club-going faggot like Jamie and I. It's sexy. As I take in the scenery and let the music fill my ears, I feel right at home. This is where I belong, where we should have came in the first place; I know that now.
"You feel the thumpa thumpa?" I say to Jamie as we make our way through crowds of like-minded club-goers toward the dance floor.
"I love it!" he says with a wide smile and a similar wag. I laugh heartily.
Fortunately, Caper Tails isn't too crowded tonight, leaving plenty of open space on the dance floor. I'm fueled by the music and atmosphere as Jamie grabs my hips. With my arms around his neck, my body wavers happily within his grasp, swaying my hips exactly the way he loves. He mirrors my movements naturally and perfectly, being that we've danced here so many times. With that smile on his face and that glint in his eyes, I can tell he feels right at home, too.
He spins me around, holding me close while pressing his front to my backside. With my eyes closed, I'm completely immersed and the beat guides me as we dance together. It's made all the more exciting when Jamie slips his paws into my--his shorts, working his golden fingers through my fur with such erotic fervency. I show my appreciation by grinding my rump against him and he responds by kissing my neck.
I can't describe how good it feels to be back here. It feels so natural, so familiar, so right. I love every second of it.
I turn back around to face Jamie, planting a small kiss on his nose. "Why don't we get a drink?" I say, slightly parched.
"I could use that," he replies, panting a bit. I chuckle and lead him away from the dance floor toward the bar.
We can hardly keep our paws off each other even as we make it to the bar. "Havin' a good night, boys?" the bartender greets us.
"You have no idea." Jamie giggles.
I chuckle again. "Can we get two Cosmos, please?"
"Comin' right up," the Malamute says.
Jamie finally releases me and we both lean against the counter, simply enjoying the scene around us. "So, how're you feeling?" I ask him.
"Amazing," he says, "It feels so great to be back here. I'd almost forgotten what it was like."
"Terrible shame that'd be." I smirk at him.
"Uh huh." He gives me that playful glare. "By the way...I saw Violet Renders sitting on your desk before we left..."
"Yeah, that was for you. I was gonna give it to you later tonight." I wag when I see Jamie's face light up.
"See, I would have been perfectly happy with just that, too." He laughs and hugs me again. "Thanks a lot, Ian."
"You're welcome. I knew you'd like it." I hug him just as tightly with the same glee. "You know, there is one thing I enjoyed about that Lakeshore dance."
"What's that?"
I smile genuinely at him. "That was such an incredible kiss we shared. Really."
He gives me a similar smile as he places his paw on top of mine. "I had to do something to calm you down, didn't I?"
"I think it worked," I say, shifting my posture against the counter to face him.
"Did it?" He gives my paw a gentle squeeze before locking his muzzle with mine in another remarkable kiss. With my eyes shut, I cherish the moment as he takes my breath away again.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," the bartender announces, placing our drinks in front of us. Jamie and I giggle into each other's muzzles and break our kiss.
"Thanks," I say to the black and white dog as we wag and take a sip of our respective Cosmos.
"Holy hell!" Jamie remarks, looking at his drink. "Wicked Cosmopolitan."
"Well, that's new." I lick my lips. "What kind of Cosmo is this?"
"Special Cosmo with a little extra Valentine's Day kick. On the house." The Malamute grins proudly. Jamie and I laugh.
"Well, look who's here!" the welcoming voice of a familiar Doberman announces.
"Sam, Rally!' Jamie yells out with joy.
"Hey, guys," Rally greets us with a smile of his own.
"Well, hey, boys." I wag, surprised and happy to see them. "What are you doing here? I thought you faggots were supposed to be in bed all day, fucking each other." I smirk as we all hug each other.
"We were." Rally giggles. "But we had to get out eventually."
"Yeah...by all rights, I should be sore thanks to Spotty here," Sam says with an awkward, yet silly look.
"You know you loved it." The Dalmatian grins.
Jamie snickers. "So that's what you guys have been doing, eh? Instead of greeting me at the airport with Ian?"
"Oh, well...you know...we didn't want to get in the way of all the sex and quality time you guys needed to catch up on." Rally winks.
"Besides, we knew we'd catch up with you guys later anyway." Sam smiles. "But for what it's worth, it's good to have you back, Jamie. We missed you."
"Try not to be gone for so long next time, okay?" Rally ruffles Jamie's hair.
"Thanks a lot, guys. Really." My Golden wags happily. "I'm not leaving anytime soon."
"Hey, you know what?" I say, turning back to the bartender. "Can we get two more of those Valentine's Cosmos?"
"Certainly." He gives us a couple from a row he's been setting up.
"Hey, you read my mind," Sam says, picking up his glass.
"Thanks, Ian." Rally grabs the other.
"Jamie?" I gesture to the Golden as I pick up my own glass, and Jamie nods, following suit. "Why don't we drink to something?"
"Got something in mind?" Sam asks.
"How about...to Valentine's Day?"
Jamie looks at me with a longing smile. "I'll drink to that."
"Now there's a nice surprise." Sam wags.
"Looks like someone's finally grown up a bit." Rally giggles.
I chuckle lightly. "I guess you could say that."
When we finish our drinks, Sam has a delighted smile on his face. "Mmm, I love that Valentine's kick."
"Makes for a sweet kiss, doesn't it?" Rally says, stealing a kiss from the Dobie.
I grin. "So, you guys ready to hit the dance floor?"
"Yeah, enough down time for me," Sam says, setting his glass down. "Let's shake the floor like we used to."
"Couldn't agree more, Dobie." Rally follows suit, eagerly grabbing Sam's paw and leading him into the crowd.
"Ready when you are, sweetie." Jamie winks at me and we both dispose of our own glasses.
"Come on." I smile and take hold of my boyfriend's paw, happily pulling him back into the crowd and onto the dance floor with Sam and Rally.
With his paws on my shoulders and mine on his hips, we continue right where we left off. Seeing Sam and Rally right beside us makes me feel better than ever as we all dance together for the first time since Jamie left.
I see that same glint in Jamie's eyes, glowing brighter with a delighted smile everytime we sw our hips. "Happy Valentine's Day, Jamie," I say with a smile of my own.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Ian," he happily replies before rewarding me with another amazing kiss.