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S04E11

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Hehhey, dearies, and welcome to the Hockey Hunk Christmas chapter!

It has come time to give Rory and his friends - as much as me, you, and everyone else a little rest after the hectic autumn, the slowly cooling December, and the ramping-up business that is the Christmas season. It has been a pleasure to explore the story for these past few weeks, once again going back to the little world that I have created for our enjoyment. I have felt most charged, curious, and very much creative about the story, and I hope to be telling many more stories with these characters until I don't feel like it anymore. That time is certainly not upon us yet. smiles*

As always, I would like to extend my thanks to all my readers - your feedback is always and greatly appreciated! Not to mention the numerous votes and faves that keep pushing the story to the front page, and giving others a chance to find the Hockey Hunk to enjoy. Thanks to you, many people have joined in even over the duration of season 4. Thank you for helping to spread the word!

I would also like to take a moment to announce the four entries of the Hockey Hunk Fan Art Challenge that have been submitted so far:

Ice skating 101 - by Gritou!

Ready, set... - by Frosted_Fur

Gruffy's Hockey Hunk Fan Art Contest Thing: Stress Relief - by musicallyinsane

And the Fandom Rejoiced - by Akeron Valanx

Thank you for your submissions! I am most pleased to see that you have come up with varied scenarios, and I hope to writing something fun out of each of these for our mutual enjoyment. If anyone wants to take part still, be free to submit as per the original rules - there's no such thing as a late submission here! *chuckle* Expect to see the tie-in stories based on the art in the near future.

I wish you good tidings for the rest of the year, and the exciting 2013 - HH will be with us from the second week of January onwards, and I intend to keep writing - lots of Season 4 left yet after this Christmas break :P

Cheers to you, everyone, cheers to you!

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As it happened, Victor had had the foresight to pile some hapless hotel paw towels into the near proximity of the luxurious bed, which made the issue of cleaning up after our tryst something accomplished with relative ease. That combined with the fact that we'd gone to the bathroom before to expel some bodily waste also meant that in our otherwise much more pleasantly expended state, we didn't have to leave the bed due to the familiar post-orgasmic urgency to take a leak.

Uninterrupted Dobie cuddles was something I could definitely live with, and judging by Victor's heavy paw slowly stroking up and down my bare ass, my tail curled about his ankle and our barely dormant manly parts nestled between our bodies, it was a good place to be for him, too. Why else to make sure that we wouldn't have to break this up too soon? He did smell awfully good, and was warm, too, which made it ever the more of a pleasure remain where I was, comfortable sprawled over his unbruised side, which kept weight off my battered hip. That freed my paws for productive activities like rubbing Victor's chest and tracing a circle around the nub of the nipple there, or playing with his good ear that never failed to flick ticklishy against my palm. The air hinted at our previous activities, along with a mixture of flowers, fruit, chocolate and wine, and a little bit of lion. Pleased rumbles echoed from his throat and put a relaxed smile over his lips, which I wanted to kiss soon, again.

Which I did, too, with a simple tilt of my head and a smile, with Victor leaning forward to return the gesture, letting the small peck grow into something more firm and involved for a few seconds before we separated with a cute little smacking sound, and I rested my chin against his shoulder again. Victor's fingertips played with the thick muscle and smooth fur on the base of my relaxed tail. It wasn't exactly tugging the cat's tail, so to speak, but close enough. Felt nice, too. Confident paw and a warm man. Very nice.

"You alright?" Victor asked me after I'd been staring at him for some time, I suspected, the words prompting me to blink quickly, feeling his paw pat against my ass.

"Of course I am," I replied in a rumble, watching him still, though hopefully in a way that would not prompt him to make such inquiries as before, "never better."

Victor chuckled and gently ran his pinched thumb and forefinger along my tailbase, from the very beginning and going down as far as he could reach comfortable, where he simply reversed course and moved back to cup the muscular and body protrusion with his paw. I let out soft breath at the warm sensation, good enough to create a small stir in the more naughty anatomical parts of me, but I resisted the temptation to press my groin against his belly in a more intent way. It's not that I didn't want the stimulation, ohhhh yes, but I didn't want to exert us too much, not yet at least. There was a dull sensation on my hip that told me that I'd already pushed it to he limits for today, and that it might be sore tomorrow. I was glad that I could take it easier, with no physiotherapy and no work, obviously.

But Peter...

Yes, there was probably a whole lot of work with Peter to be done, making sure that he was feeling alright after his gloomy morning mood and what must've been a stinging defeat in the kitchen, with my diversion from his steaming pots to the silk-sheeted Dobie extravaganza at the Thirsk. It was hard not to feel worried about it, even while Victor rubbed me, breathed under me, and spoke to me.

"Never better huh?" he stated.

I smiled.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to say in a situation like this?" I proposed.

"A 'just fine' would've sufficed," Victor murmured, still idly stroking my backside.

"Alright," I nudged his chin with mine, "I am just fine."

"That's good," he said. "So am I. A bit tired, but I think in a good way."

"Me too," I replied. "Work and all..."

And difficult workmates with mysterious lynx-kissing tendencies and the need to rush out before I even had the chance to tell him that everything was just fine and that I didn't mind.

I tensed a little. Thinking about it was unpleasantly, mostly because it was so confusing, and the serious lack of ability to control the sequence of events from m part was a worry. It all added to the confusion, me being in the middle of things going on between that wolf and that lynx, and I had no idea how to contribute, or even if I should. It was their business, of course, but wasn't it my business to make sure that nobody got hurt? Something must've been going on, considering the incident with the punch and that poor wolf girl, and Mason's drunken determination to make things right again. Whether that involved a breath mint, a swell of romantic music and a wolf being dipped into the lynx's hunktastic embrace while their lips met in tender congress, I wasn't sure of, but somehow I had managed to get involved by agreeing to that silly date an opening that even more random and more silly bag, and here I was.

Victor's paw had stilled on my backside now, simply lying there, warm, pleasantly heavy and noticeable, of course, but no longer moving.

"Are you sore?" he asked me, prompting the place with the gentlest of touch, over my right hip, the bad one, of course. "Was this hurting?"

My ears flattened as I realized that my mind's ventures into those baffling territories were causing physical responses that Victor could interpret in a wholly different manner through his full-body contact with me. Our eyes met, and I could see a measure of worry in his, watching me carefully for any possible signs of discomfort he might be actually causing with his touches. I knew I had to hurry to explains things otherwise...but how...

"Of course it wasn't", I said, genuinely hoping that he wouldn't stop, "I was just...thinking."

"Is something bothering you?" the Dobie's wise eyes wouldn't leave mine as he made the question, just like that.

Damn. Hell yes I was bothered, but pouring it out on the Dobie seemed...well, I wasn't sure what it'd feel like, how he'd take it. He was kinda involved, wasn't he? And telling would make him even more involved, and it'd make me into a gossip cat, and I wasn't sure whether that was what I wanted to do, at this very moment when we were supposed to be relaxing and enjoying the first drama-free time together in a month.

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, something happened today and I just...kinda went back to thinking about it....sorry."

Victor's brow furrowed a little with an obvious frown of worry, but he nodded softly, and patted my back, well above any potentially sore places, too.

"What's troubling you?"

He felt so gentle, and he sounded so gentle that it would've been neigh on impossible to not to answer his inquiries about my wellbeing. Deceiving him now would be the worst thing to do, for both of us, I knew as much. It still made me nervous...shifting the weight from my shoulders to someone else's, in a way, making it more complex. I'd seen my share of complex to be cautious, but Victor seemed to be in a good mood...I was feeling alright...and I wasn't exactly stabbing anyone in the back, was I now?

"Well..." I started...perfectly aware of the curious gaze of the Dobie beneath me, "I...kind of accidentally found out that my co-worker Mason is gay...or something...."

Victor's ears jumped, both the good one and the one with its gentle layer of bandages, and his brow quirked. My own ears flicked in harmony, and I nodded, too, for proper emphasis.

"It was silly," I said, "there was a weird bag in my locker and when I opened it, I made some papers fall out and there was a picture of Mason kissing a man in there."

The Dobie let out a surprised snuffle.

"A picture?"

"Yep," I huffed. "It was kinda unmistakable."

"Wow...Mason..." the Dobie mused, "you mean that wolf who's friends with Haakon?"

My heart jolted at the mention of the lynx, and I nodded again, chin almost brushing Victor's.

"Friends," I said.

Victor let out a sound not unlike a bark, rumbling out of his throat and almost making me pull back for its suddenness. The Dobie's expression remained bemused, though, which was a relief...for now.

"You don't...."

"Well I know he's not a leopard, but there's no changing those spots," I replied with a wry flick of my ears.

Victor's fingers began to move over my back again, slowly stroking my furs while a ponderous expression lingered over his features for a few moments.

"Well I'll be..."

"Yeah," I said. "I had no idea."

"Often you don't," he replied, quite the sage tone to his voice. "Can't say I ever thought anything about that Haakon kid either..."

The Dobie's mention of the lynx served as a reminder of that other issue, which had even more to with Victor...and now...perhaps now that things seemed to be better...it didn't seem as dangerous a fact, either. Just maybe. Perhaps it'd please Victor that I would speak of it, of something of value and good to him, to show him that I wasn't quite the cowardly lion he had accused me of being, quite rightfully, when I was being such a fool.

"Yeah," I said, "on the paw..."

I drew a deep breath, held it for a moment, and watched Victor watch me, that same, gently curious expression still on his features.

"Hmmm?" the Dobie rumbled, resonant, nice, and by all means, sexy.

"...I...well, it seems that Haakon had no trouble seeing the truth about us," I rushed out.

My cheeks heated up, and it wasn't for the fact that I was sprawled naked on top of a dude, oh no, but it was brought on by the memory of my desperate ruse, directed at Haakon, to keep him from thinking that it was weird that a random lion would come to see Victor's hockey game in an otherwise deserted hockey stadium. Victor had been so damn angry that night that if Case Colin had not taken place, it would have definitely stood as a signpost of just how pissed off the big guy could get under a certain amount of leonine idiocy.

"He knows?" Victor asked, seemingly genuinely surprised.

"From the moment he saw us together, apparently," I snuffled, without a smile, but without ire at the cheeky lynx, either. "Apparently he had no trouble telling."

Victor made a wry face and patted my back with his paw, gently.

"And here I thought I was being discrete..."

The touch felt good, and his comment seemed amused enough, which lifted my spirits a great deal, I had to admit, and raised my hopes along with a few notches of my blood pressure, but that was another thing, just a distraction, really, the fact that my groin was nestled in a warm, moving place that was Victor.

"Did you ever tell anyone there?" I asked. "Work or..."

Victor's fingerpad rubbed over my spine now, feeling better and better as it slowly dipped up and down over the prominent vertebrae there, touching my skin through the thick fur.

"Well I don't go wandering around the locker room announcing my plans to get some guy laid after the game, and I've told a few guys at the team who've asked me about it, and I never lie if I'm asked, " he replied. "So I'd assume most of my co-workers know...for the university team, I don't think it has come up with them. Haven't talked with them too much, except over beer afterwards, and it's a bit casual for that kind of a talk...even if one of them would be hot..."

My eyes must've widened to comical proportions at that comment, and Victor definitely saw me do that, because his own lips soon pulled into a mischievous grin that bared a couple of his front teeth. I snuffled, making my whiskers shake, and pouted a little.

"You been looking at them?" I asked, not really accusing him, since I could definitely agree to the slightly forbidden allure of a bunch of rowdy straight guys sauntering in towels or even less and exchanging masculine banter while trading some physical homosocial tokens of appreciation.

"I'm not blind," Victor replied with a grin.

For a brief moment I wondered whether he'd been looking at a certain lynx, too, but the pang of guilt over my own religious staring at Haakon's ass filled my chest quick enough for me to bite back that remark and concentrate on teasing Victor in other ways instead.

"College guys, huh?" I stated in a slightly challenging tone,"Or maybe that husky bear guy from your office...what was he called again..."

Victor let out a deep grumble and poked my back a little more firmly with his thumb while he trained a quirked eye at me, breathing in so that I rode up with his chest.

"Ohhhh you don't go to there...." he grumbled.

I wriggled under his paw, with the added effect of rubbing my body all over his, incidentally, adding to some generally very nice fraction and heat between our bodies, making my skin tingle in all the right places, as my tail flicked and rose to the challenge as well.

"I don't?" I husked, edged with a purr when I spoke, my back tensing under his pressing paw.

That left one more Dobie paw free to cup my chin and pull our muzzles together in a kiss that wasn't about to end any time soon, I hoped, as I purred and let my tongue flick between my lips.

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We said goodbyes after another naughty round of Dobie-lion activities, spoiled a few more hotel towels and then probably jumped guiltily when the snow leopard concierge behind the counter chimed his "We hope you had a pleasant stay with us!" at us when Victor returned the key card. Our goodbyes in front of the hotel were utilitarian, a few whispered words while the doorman called up independent cabs - we lived in two different sides of the town, after all, and we could afford it, I assured Victor once he suggested he'd pay for my fare. Hence, we simply sat in the evening sun, watching each other, trading a few grins as the odd memory or so surfaced of what happened only half an hour previously, and I enjoyed the warm breeze ruffling my mane.

"See you soon," I told Victor as I was directed into a yellow cab by the most courteous doorman.

"See you!" Victor waved a big paw at me and gave me a broad grin that didn't leave from his features even when we had to gaze onto each other through the cab window.

"Where to?" the driver asked me, breaking the spell.

I almost jumped.

"Bells' End," I replied.

"Here we go!"

I felt almost giddy, taking another peek over my shoulder as the cab left, to see Victor stand there still, visible for a few extra moments before I was too far away. I felt a good warmth in my chest, and my tailtip jumped up and down victoriously as I reveled in the good feeling that wasn't just a result of the sex, I was sure, but of the generally good times, not to mention the fact that Victor had obviously been quite pleased when I told him about the circumstances of me telling Haakon that we were seeing each other, and that I hadn't balked in the face of the question. IT seemed very important to him, openness, that was, and I was glad that I had managed to creak open the old closet enough to do that.

Happy or not, I couldn't forget that somewhere in this town another fur was waiting for me, possibly intently so. The fact that Peter hadn't replied to my text was a bit of a worry, and another glance at my phone told me that the situation still persisted. My ears flattened a little as I wondered whether he was angry with me, and decided that an early placation could do wonders, if I was lucky.

COMING HOME SOON

SRY ABOUT THAT PETER

HOPE WE CAN HAVE A

NICE EVENING

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I wasn't sure if that was much of a promise, but I knew that he'd probably be pissed off if I started rambling on about the great times I had with Victor, but then making amends and promising to hang out with Peter all day and do wonderful things with him to compensate. That wasn't the way to go at things like this, not when it was friendship vs. liaisons. They were different aspects of my life, sometimes entwined, but still, essentially independent. One couldn't take preference over the other, and both needed to be cultivated to keep them thriving. I wanted to do a good job on both, too, and I hoped that me showing up for possibly a very cold dinner might be something of a good thing. I was sure there was room for a bite or two in my tummy after burning all those calories.

Damn, Dobies and their fingers...and muzzles...hmm...

The cab delivered me admirably to Peter's doorstep, and after paying the fare, it was only a matter of using my borrowed key to let myself into the building and take the elevator upstairs. I did feel my pulse quicken a little, my tail swinging more and more in the quietly whirling mobile box as the moment of my reckoning approached. Would Peter be mad? Or sad? Or simply disappointed or even worse, sarcastic, which was not something you'd see him do often, but its power was unmistakable and cruel. I was probably overthinking it, I thought, preparing for the worse. Surely we'd both cancelled meeting with each other over others countless times throughout the years we had known each other. It happened. It was natural.

I clutched the by now warm key in my palm as I hobbled the final steps over to Peter's door and let myself in, careful not to let either of my crutches clatter to the floor. The usual whiff of disinfectant poured out of the apartment, along with the telltale scents of fried chicken, some spices, some felines, and some coffee. My nose practically became overcharged with scents, a reminder of the myriad of them at the hotel room earlier today. The chicken smelled nice enough to remind me that could definitely take more than a couple of bites from a nicely barbequed breast...with some of that sauce Peter had patented.

"Hello!" I called out cheerfully. "I'm home!"

My heart bounced as I waited for the response, verbal, physical, whatever, and heard a chair being moved, coming from the kitchen to the left. Peter's sinewy form ambled into view a moment later, tail swaying about, and a difficult to decipher expression on his muzzle. I gave him a hopeful smile and lifted a paw in greeting.

"Hi!" I said. "I'm sorry I'm so late, I hope there's something left to eat for - "

"RORY! HEY!"

What the...

The doorway to Peter's right suddenly became filled with the expansive, larger than life, tall-eared, broad, curious, bouncy, energetic, sizeable, long-muzzled, whiskered, stub-tailed, flappy-eared, smiling, uncannily Victor-like-but-different-in-subtle-ways-faced grinning, cheerful, cyberlogistic Cobb.

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