Guess What I’ve Got!!!
#35 of Hockey Hunk Season 4
S04E23
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"Coffee alright?"
I almost jumped, and my ears surely did, when the soft rumble reached my ears. My eyes, which had been mostly concentrating on staring into nothingness combined with the warm-toned brownness that was Victor blinked and met his own eyes, looking back unto me through the lenses of his reading glasses.
"Hmmm?" I mumbled.
Victor flapped one of his tall ears at me and pointed at my drink.
"Is your coffee nice?"
My fingers curled around the warmth of the coffee mug, as if to seek confirmation of whether it was nice or not, and I glanced down at the murky brown-yellowish beverage floating in the mug, complete with the dash of milk that I preferred. I hurried to smile.
"Yeah, it's nice!" I said.
Damn Dobie-staring. Made me look like a fool, unable to answer even the most simple questions. Guess Victor was stareable, though, especially now that he'd showered after our naughty tryst and put on a T-shirt that was not of the "nice and cozy" type but of the "looks like it was painted on" kind, which I definitely didn't mind. His arms and shoulders filled it out especially nicely, I noticed, much to my tail-flapping delight. Not to mention that chest...where the fabric was stretched so tight that I could practically see the outlines of his man-nipples.
Murr.
Yup, Victor was fun to look at, listen to, and smell, even, despite our earlier randy time in the bed that had resulted in a lot of musk, lots of naughty rumbling, a need to consume a breath mint, and the decisive feeling under my tail that told me that something had visited my back there. Hmmm. Seems that Victor really knew what he was doing when he teased that orgasm out of me with a carefully applied pressure from that blunt, big finger of his. Damn. His skills in buttsex didn't seem to be limited to being the recipient party, I wondered. Almost made my sheath fill up again, thinking about that strange feeling. I wasn't a stranger to it, but Victor had managed it in such a non-intrusive manner that it'd simply happened and made the stars burst behind my passionately closed eyelids while my lips were closed around...
Hoo boy, Rory, the coffee table was really not the place to think about that, especially now that we were all zipped and buttoned up, showered, deodorized, and drinking innocent coffee and snacking on some chocolate brownies Victor had procured for the table. My fingerpads even still carried a little bit of sticky residue from the treat, and I didn't even dare to think about my muzzle. Maybe Victor could kiss it clean...hmmm...Dobie kisses...with tongue...
"That's nice", Victor nodded enthusiastically, "there's more if you like."
"Oh, I'm good," I hurried to say, as my stomach gave a grumble at the very idea, "I had one in the morning and three at work, I think I've reached my limits for today."
Victor let out one of his little, manly, rumbling laughs and scratched that very pleasant chest of his.
"You really guzzle it down huh?"
"Guilty as charged," I snuffled.
"Some of the guys at work are pretty good at it, too," Victor mused. "I don't think I ever see Loomis without a mug. No knowing how much he drinks during a single work day."
"That's a worry," I chuckled.
Victor pinched the corner of his brownie between his fingertips and broke it away before bringing the cocoa-laced treat into his muzzle and chewing on it thoroughly. I almost asked him about his ongoing effort to diet his paunch away, but bit that comment back. Knowing how Cobb insisted on feeding him, there was no chance that he could even try. The Dobie bro would not be persuaded, I suspected.
I couldn't help but smile, and watch how Victor wiped his pads clean on a napkin folded on the table next to his coffee mug.
"Marge has switched to decaf," I commented. "I saw her sneak hers from a decaf jar in the coffee corner. She never drank it before."
"Suppose it's got something to do with the pregnancy?" Victor rubbed his chin as he gazed at me across the little table.
"I don't know," I admitted with a series of ear flicks on my part, "I can't really remember whether my mom did anything differently while she was expecting Justin...though she did stop patrolling and went for the desk job permanently...and she cried a lot...hmmm...and ate lots of chocolate...and pickles..."
Victor chuckled.
"Cravings, huh?"
"Well I don't think she ate them at the same time," I smirked, "at least I can't remember..."
"I never got to experience that," Victor noted. "Baby in the house, eh?"
I smiled.
"I suppose you didn't, yeah, since Cobb is the same age..."
"Give or take ten minutes," Victor amended the familiar fact.
"No changing diapers on your brother, then," I proposed.
"Hah, no!" Victor chuckled. "You did?"
"Reluctantly," I said.
"Awww, but at least you get ribbing opportunities out of it!" Victor enthused. "Whenever he acts immature, you can tell that you've known him since he was in diapers."
I snuffled and spoke wryly.
"How's that going to get me in good graces with my teen emo brother?"
"I didn't know he was emo," Victor snickered. "Teen angst getting that serious?"
"According to mom on the phone last Friday, he refused to go to Sears with them to shop for new swimming trunks," I related. "Not even the bribe of going to an all you can eat restaurant was enough to get him out of the house."
"Hahah," Victor gave a hearty chuckle. "That really says something...refusing junk food!"
"Oh I know right!" I adopted the same slightly campy tone and made a "how could they?" gesture with my paws.
"Oh my!" Victor yelped.
"Oh yes!" I crowed.
We both chuckled, sipped some coffee, and probably mentally promised each other never to act that camp again with each other, and stared at each other some more, and my paw slipped onto the table, and Victor's crawled across the surface not so sneakily, to curl his fingers around mine. His warm, chocolate-toned and chocolate-scented (for now!) paw felt extra nice, I had to admit, warm and big and cupping mine nicely, and I didn't even have to think about the fact that the same index finger had earlier slipped into my spit-polished anus...
Clatter-clatter-scratch-creak-crunch!
"GUESS WHAT I FOUND!!!!"
Much to Victor's credit, he barely jumped, and didn't even bare his teeth at the sound of the bellowing voice, the rustle of paper shopping bags and huge paws stomping on the floor. My paw tensed under Victor's, but the gentle presence of his made me relax, and I wouldn't even move it as the expansive presence of Cobb filled every crevice of Victor's apartment.
"Oh hello Rory, hello Victor, hello darlings!" Cobb's voiced bounced into my skull as he appeared in full HD 3D resolution, ears bouncing excitedly, as was his tail stub, I was sure.
"Cobb," Victor rumbled.
"Hi, Cobb," I said.
Cobb lurched towards the table, shopping bags waving madly from his arms, and an especially rumpled one was soon placed onto the table as he grinned broadly, looking down at us.
"Oh you're having coffee, so convenient, and brownies too, oh yes, hope you aren't all filled up yet, because I found..."
I heard a mental drumroll go off inside my head while Cobb unrolled the top of the bulging brown paper bag, out of which he then pulled out a strange, curved, golden brown, delicious...
"PRETZELS!"
Victor blinked at the surprising sight, but he smiled, somewhat politely, I suspected.
"That's nice," he said.
"Oh it's fantastic!" Cobb beamed. "I found this little baker downtown, I could move in, they're selling so many delicious things there, I really had to hold myself back and not to buy samples of everything, but I knew that I had to have some pretzels! Do you like pretzels, Rory?"
I gently pulled my paw away from Victor's, considering that any chance for further snuggling was now ruined, and I should just accept the defeat and bow to the imminence of the Cobb.
"Sure," I smiled. "Nice and salty, I think. I guess bagels are more of a New York thing, but I like pretzels too."
Cobb pushed the bag in my direction across the table.
"Help yourself!"
He stuffed what looked like an entire pretzels into his muzzle and began to chew on it loudly. I peeked into the bulging bag and gingerly took one out and placed that onto my own neat napkin to wait for further consumption. It wasn't like I didn't like them, but I wasn't sure whether I felt like eating more after several brownie slices. There was also the dinner Peter had promised to cook again...and that made me feel a bit guilty, since I never cooked for him, though he didn't really take well onto extra chefs in his hermetic kitchen...
"Thank you, Cobb," I smiled.
Cobb declared my turn to be over, grabbed the bag, and moved it over to Victor's side.
"MYMYMPWWHHEMWWOOWY!"
"Heh."
"Cheers, Cobb," Victor's fingers rustled inside the bag and brought out a golden treat which he gingerly placed by his own half-eaten brownie.
I could see Cobb's throat bulge as he struggled to swallow his barely munched treat, and he let out a satisfied sight once it slipped down. The Dobie licked his lips with his big tongue, and grinned widely.
"Aaaaaah that was nice as the two I had before!" he beamed.
Cobb grabbed the back of the chair next to mine and immediately invited himself to join the conversation by planting his big Holden-butt down. His side brushed mine as he settled down, and a plastic bag got caught between our bodies, briefly, before Cobb pulled it away, muttered a quick "sorry, Rory!", and then arranged them down to the floor by his footpaws.
"Had fun shopping, then?" Victor inquired.
"Oh, faaaabulous!" Cobb barked before he looked at me and winked. "Feels like I found half a dozen new shops, I thought I'd visited them all, but seems that this little town is bigger than I thought, you can make so many nice little finds!"
Victor snuffled.
"If you bought me some more boxers again, you can keep them this time, dude," Victor said. "I've got too many already."
"Awww shucks," Cobb's ears flopped and he seemed to slump a little on his chair, though his shoulders rebounded after his sigh ended, "maybe I should've bought some for Rory here..."
He turned to look at me again, grinning in his characteristic way, and unsurprisingly, made me feel quite self-conscious. Sure...buy some boxers to your brother's boyfriend...see how he takes it...hmm...
"That would've been awfully sweet of you," I hurried to say. "But I think I'm good on my inventory of undergarments, too."
"Humph," Cobb thrummed the tabletop, "I don't really know whether you wear boxers or briefs, anyway...haven't caught you in a compromising state of undress...yet..."
"And you won't," Victor rumbled warningly.
"If I came half an hour earlier, I might have, I suspect," Cobb's grinning just wouldn't stop as he gazed both of us in turn, leading into flat ears from Cobb, and a warm flush on my cheeks, beneath my furs.
"Ohhhhhh come on!" Cobb's paw patted the tabletop. "We're all grown men here, we know what goes on...even if we might not want to..."
"Well, you see..." Victor cleared his throat before he gave his brother a stern look, "you don't need to know, so I guess it's simple as that..."
"I suppose so," Cobb brow quirked thoughtfully, "but still..."
"No buts," Victor harrumphed again. "Let it be."
"Well I wasn't going to start quizzing you guys about your sex lives or anything...let all flowers bloom and all that..."
"I don't need your permissions, Cobb," Victor replied. "Neither does Rory..."
So he had to pull me into this, too? My tail hid under the table, and Cobb looked at me, and Victor was looking at me too, and I felt decisively like I was on the spot for it, too...damn...
"Well, it is private..."I muttered.
"Of course it is!" Cobb patted my shoulder with that heavy paw of his. "Like I said, I was not gonna pry...it's Victor here who's got a complex or something..."
Victor's eyes widened, something that seemed even more prominent through those magnifying lenses of his, but Cobb just wouldn't give him enough of a break to stop.
"Oh, I got this loveliest gift for Olivia, I think she's gonna love this..."
Cobb partially dove under the table, it seemed to me, to retrieve one of the bags which he then placed onto his lap an rummaged through before he presented me with a decisively pink plastic packaging.
"It's a pop star Barbie!" Cobb yelped. "It comes with a little microphone!"
The Dobie waved the plastic-wrapped toy excitedly before he placed it onto the table and then dug back into the bag to bring out a Blu-Ray.
"And I also got this! Look, Victor we used to love this, didn't we?"
"Snow White and the Seven Dwarves," I read out.
"We can watch it together, it's going to be great!" Cobb beamed. "We can make a bowl of popcorn and..."
"Well it is a classic..." I mused.
"Victor used to be scared of the Evil Queen, though," Cobb smirked. "That evil cackle..."
"I think you were just as scared," Victor folded his arms across his chest defiantly.
"Spoilsport," Cobb replied and dropped the disc on top of the Barbie doll, "Say, Rory..."
Oh, damn.
"Yes?" I asked patiently.
"I was thinking of getting Olivia some nice, fun, cute, maybe educational picture books for her, something suitable for someone who is learning to read properly now," Cobb detailed, "anything you could suggest in your professional capacity, Rory? Maybe something I could find from your shop, heheh!"
Uhm...
"Uhm..."
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