Pick-up
It's such a hot day, and the farm hands decide to stop for a smoke and some stretching of legs before the drive continues.
Pick-Up
by
Gruffy
A little something here for you guys - a bit more mainstream than my previous little post, so hope you like this one, everyone! *chuckle* A nice mood piece, I hope, and of course, your comments, votes and faves and watches are most welcomed.
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They stopped the car on the bend about half a mile after Fischer's Saw Mill, got out, lit cigarettes and cursed the weather that had them hot under their collars even after only a few moments in the direct sunlight. Luke kicked the ground and sent out a small cloud of dust on his own accord which Rodrigo's swishing tail broke up before the wind had a chance to have much of a way with it. The jaguar snuffled as the dust got into his nosepad.
Luke's lupine tail flicked the side of the battered-up Ford pickup as he stood there, leaning against the worn paint despite the precarious and always increasing warmth the sun was blazing upon the steel. Sweat glued his plaid shirt onto his torso and made the wolf wish for a shower and a good lay-in on the couch.
Both furs let out puffs of smoke as Rodrigo rounded the car, tail swaying still, before the stopped his little circle by the wolf and grinned, cigarette hanging precariously from the corner of his mottled muzzle. Luke gave the staring cat an ear flick and put his paws against his hips. Rodrigo's tail looped in the trembling air still.
"Don't have much time," Luke rumbled.
Rodrigo spat a nasty catspit onto the dusty ground and nodded gravely.
"Little time," the cat replied, his accent lilting, genuine, and without the necessary Western bandit "Si, senor!" thrown in for good effect. It was simply how he spoke.
Short and when needed.
The wolf's paws moved over his sweaty belly and onto the buckle of his jeans. Just a simple one, utilitarian, so that it wouldn't get snatched onto anything while they worked out on the yard, the buildings, or the fields.
The air seemed even hotter as his pants dropped down around the ankles enclosed in leather boots. The wolf's tail flicked free and from side to side before it settled down into its normal neutral position, the tip hanging low enough that it occasionally shuffled the garments folded down against the ground.
Rodrigo hacked up a spit into his left paw while the right one fumbled with his own waistband, briefly, to open the buckle and the buttons to reveal a patch of wet cloth. His nostrils flared with the effort of breathing in the heat, as well as the new scent.
Luke turned around, and almost stumbled when his right footpaw caught on the leg of his trousers, but he recovered, and planted his paws against the car. The curled-up old paint tickled against his palms. They were going to smell like rust, he knew, maybe even have a brownish stain on them too, he thought. It'd get onto the old bare rubber steering wheel, too.
He sensed, more than felt, when the jaguar entered his personal space, a split second before his presence became known in the physical sense, with the jaguar's callused paw grabbing his tail. Luke grunted and flicked the portion of the bushy tail not held in the cat's grip and rumbled to himself, though he did not turn to face the jaguar now manipulating him in such an open manner.
"Do you need to do that?" the wolf rumbled.
The jaguar purred as he pulled on the wolf's tail and moved it to the side before he released it and grabbed a hold of the toned ass cheek instead, giving it a squeeze.
"No," Rodrigo replied, lips purring close to one of the wolf's pointed ears.
The brush of heat made them flick and forced a puff of smoke out of Luke's muzzle. He was almost through with the cigarette by now, and had to be careful not to drop ashes onto the pinkish length jutting out of his sweat-matted groin.
Rodrigo made another hacking noise and then spat, onto his paw, Luke learned soon, when a pair of fingers ran through the musky, sweaty crevice of his rear. The wolf readjusted his paws on the body of the car and tried to keep his tail from smacking the jaguar's paw away. The temptation was great.
The sweat was starting to drip over his forehead and into his eyes.
"Hurry up," Luke grunted again.
The spit-covered fingers stroked again, poked once, and withdrew without any further ceremony. What replaced them was much bigger, wetter, hotter, and connected to warm fur and flesh that pressed against his thighs and his rump, along with a lot of denim. Seemed that Rodrigo hadn't even dropped his pants now, but had simply unzipped.
This is where he always tensed.
Rodrigo snarled hotly as he felt the wolf's ass cheeks closing around his barbed shaft, seconds before his tip burrowed into the sweaty, hairy pucker and began to press on it. The flesh complained, the tail flicked, and the wolf's shoulder, hunched from the posture, tensed and moved even higher. His ears went flat.
"Shit..." Luke growled between his clenched teeth, unable to keep it back as he felt his flesh being pried open by the pricklish invader under his tail.
Rodrigo's paws gripped his hips tight, the cat's head held high as he purred and pushed forward intently, working against Luke's body and gaining ground whenever another grunting clench allowed him to proceed deeper into the wolf's work-hardened body.
The wolf's muzzle opened, enough to let the still smoldering butt to fall as he felt the heat intensify inside him, with the contact of that pointed length with unnamed places inside him, making him throb and leak hot mercury droplets onto the dust between his paws.
"Aaahh..."
The jaguar was seated in and began to move in heavy, almost lurching motions, back and forth, whip-like tail lashing the air while hard muscles worked him back and forth through the intense grip of the spit-slicked and barely opened orifice. The wolf's body gripped on him tight, pulled on him, warmed him, made the jaguar's chest a barrel of purrs wanting to break free, at the expense of the wolf's snarls and growls.
The car's exhausted cooler would've had trouble working away the heat the two bodies produced, smacking together again and again, Rodrigo's prickly length seesawing through the wolf's heat, the wolf himself, grunting with every stroke of a hot, rough-padded paw over his own straining shaft.
They didn't speak, not before Rodrigo let out a grunt and whispered something familiar into the wolf's ear, something in his own language that Luke didn't need to be translated to understand, even if his fuzzy, sun-stroked, paw-stroked mind could have achieved such feats at the moment.
Luke's seed splashed against the driver's door and then ran down quickly along the cracked paint before it made a little, short-lived puddle on the ground between his dirty boots. The panting jaguar's deposit wasn't to speaking, not even when he stepped back and the wolf's tail smacked down to cover the now aching rear end. His tail brushed against the jaguar's belly in the process and elicited a moan from the surprisingly intimate feeling.
They smoked another cigarette, each, before they stepped into the car and Luke turned the ignition. He had to put on the reverse to make a proper turn on the narrow road, but soon they were heading back towards the mill, sweaty, smelling of nicotine, and staring on the road ahead. Rodrigo fiddled with the radio a little and got some Dixie Chicks on the airwaves.
"You owe me a drink," Luke noted, after they were back on the main road, heading west.
"I do?" the heavy-lidded jaguar questioned in a rising tone.
"I'd think so," the wolf replied.
"Sure," Rodrigo said. "Don't mention it."
The wolf swallowed and blinked to get some sweat from his eyes.
"I won't."
Wasn't that the first principle indeed?
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