The Bold And the Furry – Old Flames, Old Blames by Gruffy

The Bold And the Furry – Old Flames, Old Blames

Gruffy, Anal, Butt, Doberman, Drama, Gay, Gay Relationships, Kissing, Knot, Lion, Love, Lynx, M/M, Missionary, Romance, Sex, Story Series, Suggestive, Teasing, Wolf

#47 of Hockey Hunk Season 4

The Anniversary Special continues! What's up in the world of drama and book publishing?

Cover art by Frosted_Fur. Thank you, Frosty!

Peekaboo, sweeties!

It's time for today's Hockey Hunk chapter, and now that we're officially on Year 3 of this production, I am proud to present the second part of the anniversary special! Yay! It was great reading your comments on the first part, I'm so glad that you liked this as much as I surely enjoyed writing it! Your comments only made it even better! *grin* Thank you, guys!

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*cue title sequence*

The scent of the lynx was suddenly strong in the elevator, filling the small mirrorball of a box with its lingering, strong aroma of masculinity, a bouquet of manhood, a strong cocktail of musk, some high quality soap, a hint of...fruit...it made Rory's nostrils flare.

"Haakon..." the lion gasped, his paws going slack as he stared at the neatly dressed foreigner.

The lynx's soft amber eyes had not lost any of their spark, Rory couldn't help but notice, that same cheerful wrinkling of their corners and the cheeky smile that seemed to threaten to burst onto his muzzle at a moment's notice. The well-fitting black Prada pants, the low-cut shirt and the navy blue jacket only seemed to serve to remind the lion how...hunky...the former professional hockey player was now. Under the skimpy layer of fabric, he knew, mottled fur covered firm muscles, those broad shoulders...that...

A tightness appeared in the lion's chest and soon migrated into his pants, a natural reaction to the flashes of images that coursed through Rory's suddenly addled mind. Their illicit embraces...the warmth...the hotel room towels...the gripping heat and the steamy showers that seemed to go on and on...lingering flavors on his tongue...peppermint...

"What are you doing here?" Rory gasped.

The lynx's ear flicked confidently as he stared at the lion, his little tail snapping the air.

"I work here" the lynx replied.

"But you can't...you..." Rory panted.

The lynx's cocky pose did not wane as he kept on looking at the lion, arms folded over his shoulder so that it only caused an extra bulking up of his shoulders, arched in a most feline manner at they were.

"Are you feeling awkward, Mister Gliese?" the lynx stated.

He wasn't smiling, and the resulting tone caused Rory's heckles to raise. Was the lynx taunting him? Was he speaking like this because he felt the need to torment the lion over the fact what once passed between them, of the warm moments spent when the lynx had been recovering from the knee injury that had ended his NHL career after four supremely successful seasons...how they had found solace when their lives were collapsing on themselves and...

"Mister Gliese it is now, Haakon?" Rory breathed.

"Well you are technically my boss...Mister Gliese...," the lynx's velvety voice purred.

"Is this a joke?" Rory murmured.

"I applied, and I was accepted to a position at the marketing department," Haakon replied.

"But I'm the director of the marketing department!" Rory gasped.

"Then we'll be working closely together, I'm sure," the cocky lynx replied.

Rory ran his pawfingers through his mane and made a face. Staring at the lynx, breathing the same air impregnated by the exotic cat's musk...listening to those words...

"Who hired you?" the lion grunted.

"There's no way you can stop me from working in this company, Rory," the lynx replied. "You would be discriminating against the first openly gay NHL professional, and I don't think you can afford any bad publicity after that court case..."

Rory's blood boiled, and not in the way that had made him press the lynx against a dripping shower wall and thrust himself between the jutting...

"Are you blackmailing me?" the lion hissed, feeling his claws extending again as his paws twitched.

"I'm simply telling the truth, Rory," Haakon rumbled, his voice dangerously smooth and easy. "This is the one job I want to do, and I'm going to do it, no matter what you might think."

"But why now?" the lion grunted. "Why after two years?"

"I want to do something with my life," the lynx replied. "Sitting down on my millions is not doing it for me, Rory. I want to do something."

"So get a hobby," the lion grunted. "Start collecting stamps or something."

The lynx sneered.

"Are you still so bitter about Nicholas that you can't even look me in the eye, Rory?" the lynx snorted. "Is that it?"

"Nicholas was a mistake," Rory huffed. "Nothing but a mistake and a failure, because I was so alone when Victor and I broke up..."

"And yet you think I stole him away from you..."

"I don't care about you and Nicholas," Rory shrugged theatrically. "I really can't be bothered."

"I'm no longer with him," Haakon replied sharply. "He is gone. Went to Mexico and never came back."

Rory couldn't find it in himself to say even the most clichéd of placations, and instead he simply stared at the lynx, standing there so defiantly and not looking a older than on the days of the past...and he had definitely not lost a single pound of muscle mass, either, judging by how well he filled out that dark suit...

"PLINK!"

The elevator doors opened into the foyer of the Bellamy Financial Palace, and a rush of air replaced the lingering, deep musk in the lion's nosepad. It seemed that finally he was able to think clearly again...and he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to stomp out of the damn building, maybe go to walk at the park...that might do him well...an ice cream at the park...

"I need to go," Rory rumbled.

"And I need to go to meet my new boss," the lynx replied with a wink. "Can't make a bad impression on my first day at work...see you around...Mister Gliese..."

Rory had just managed to step out of the elevator before the doors closed again and the lynx was gone.

"I just can't believe it," Rory muttered once again, squinting through his reading glasses as he made another attempt at reading the same line on the page again.

A loud rumble arose from somewhere nearby, which prompted the lion to look over at the other side of the spacious bedroom. Victor was standing in front of a full-length mirror propped next to a chest of drawers, the Doberman himself only clad in a pair of dark blue silk boxer briefs that hugged snuggly onto the Doberman's firm rump and made its lustrous curves seem even more delightful than usual. The otherwise naked brown canine rolled his shoulders and let out another rumble, as he stared at his reflection, ears held resolutely high.

"Are you even listening?" Rory complained.

"Of course I am," the Doberman replied, not even turning to face the lion.

"So did you hear what I was saying?" Rory's brow quirked.

Victor turned 90 degrees so that his left side was aligned with the mirror, the Doberman standing upright and steady and looking curiously at the mirror. One big, padded-fingered paw landed on top of the Doberman's belly and gave it a pat.

"You were complaining about Marge hiring Haakon to the company," the Doberman murmured. "Do you think I need to lose four more pounds, or do you think that getting some more definition would get rid of this paunch?"

Rory looked over that handsome, chiseled Doberman and snorted.

"Going on about the weight again, I see," the lion abandoned his final attempt at reading Faulkner and tossed the book down onto the bed before he stretched out his paws high above his head.

Victor gave a worried rub over his six-pack and kept his eyes carefully trained in his reflection.

"I just want to look my best for the wedding...all those pictures..."

Rory snuffled.

"The wedding is only four days away, you can't lose four pounds in four days, can you?" the lion stated.

Victor turned so that he now faced the lion, boxer-bulge and all, which the lion instantly noticed and felt a familiar twitch inside his own red silk pajama bottoms, but the Doberman offered further distraction, because he tilted his head so that he could look over his shoulder, and was now apparently checking out his ass from his reflection.

"Could go to the sauna at the gym and sweat it off," Victor suggested. "Pump some iron to get these show nicely..."

The Doberman rubbed his defined belly again, which prompted another chuff from the shirtless lion reclining in bed.

"Well gee, I didn't know you were planning to wed me in the buff..." the lion chuckled.

Victor let out a cheerful rumble and slung his shoulders back, which only served to accentuate the nice pecs and the smooth, faultless belly with a sprinkling of darker fur that created a delicious-looking treasure trail that hid into the mound in the Doberman's boxers. The sight was definitely enough to make Rory's blood warm up...cheeks...belly...sheath...a pleasurable feeling that was doing wonders to his cranky mood, too.

"That'd cause a riot," the Doberman stated cockily, his pose not wavering.

"Half of the gay men of Kirk City are going to be present," Rory snuffled. "I wouldn't put it past them."

Victor strutted slowly along the warm-toned fluffy carpet of their bedroom, smiling as he landed onto the bed and made the springs squeak amusingly. The newly quadruped canine grinned toothily as he crouched on the bed, looking at the lion with his best impression of puppy eyes. Coming from someone so tall, broad-shouldered, sleek-furred and manly, it was extra amusing...and attractive.

"But I'm a one-man kind of a guy now," the Doberman said as he gazed into the lion's eyes, his smile still lingering.

Rory's muzzled melted into a gentle smile as he watched the posing Doberman in all his glory, handsome, perfect, smelling so great after a shower, sexy...he couldn't help but reach over with his paw and cup the Doberman's cheek.

"You came back," the lion murmured softly.

"I was just on the other side of the room..." the Doberman rumbled.

"No..." Rory whispered, his fingers caressing Victor's muzzle ever so softly, "You came back...when I had nothing left..."

Victor leaned closer, slowly, gently entering the lion's private space as they stared each other in the eye. Their breaths brushed each other's faces, and the Doberman's gentle warmth began to burn, slowly...

"I love you, Rory," the Doberman murmured, "No matter what has happened, I do love you...always..."

Rory's eyes were shimmering as he put his paws on Victor's neck and pulled him close. Victor's paws landed easily and supported him as he straddled the lion's body, paws, knees, everything holding onto him as he slowly moved on top of him, their nosepads touching...

"I dreamed about you...I saw you in my dreams when I was in the coma..." Rory spoke in a husked whisper, "and when I woke up, you were there..."

"I had to come," Victor whispered, "I just had to come and...seeing you lying there..."

Rory silenced the Doberman with a kiss - to again go through the traumatic memories from the time when Rory was shot in the head in the car park and had to undergo brain surgery, only to wake up with amnesia...until Victor helped it all come back...and it all did come back, but in a better way now, as their lips met in a kiss, with heat and desire.

"Darling..." Rory rumbled as their lips separated, only briefly when Victor let his body melt with the lion's, slowly, gently caressing his body with his own as they held each other. "I love you..."

"I love you too!" Victor spoke hotly, his head dipping down so that his lips could began a wet caress of Rory's neck.

"Oh you beautiful man..." Rory threw his head back and accepted the hot, wet kiss with a delighted purr, his body beginning to respond fully, warmly, growing into further heat and desire that threatened to burst out of him.

"Oh, Rory..."

The lion's silky pants disappeared quickly, their bodies undulated, they moved, they loved with passion, with rocking hips and heat beyond anything they had ever experienced before, as Victor buried himself deep inside the lion and they rocked back and forth until the liquid heat boiled over and only left sweet oblivion.

shut up

and sleep with me

come on wht don't you sleep with me?

come on

uh uh

and sleep with me...

_ _

you were young...you're free...

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The thrumming tones of the dance music made Haakon's ears flick gently as he gazed across the floor, taking in the sights of the familiar club, its sounds, the blaring tunes, the gyrating bodies...even the smell. A mixture of fruity cocktails, the odd leather pants, some cologne, some sweat, a lot of simple musk that could not be replicated, and its sources lingered in his field of view...the local meat market.

It seemed that nothing had changed, the lynx noted wryly as he slowly crossed the floor, well aware of the looks upon him, the exotic cat wearing tight-fitting black pants and a low-necked shirt he wore buttoned open from the top...it was a warm night, after al, and he had nothing to hide.

Looking at the swinging tails and wriggling butts on the well-populated dance floor sure had him in a cheerful mood by the time he reached the bar and settled onto a freshly vacated stool. He could still feel the warmth of the previous occupant in the red leather.

"Hey there!"

Some things really didn't change, the lynx grinned to himself, as he noticed that the speaker was the always familiar otter with the tongue piercing that flashed between his teeth whenever he spoke. The ever-present towel slung over his shoulder was there too, he noticed. Good times.

"Demetrius," the lynx winked. "Been a while."

"Well I'd say!" the otter grinned as his eyes lingered at the smooth-talking cat. "What's your poison? It's on the house, since we've been missing your tail here."

"Oh really now?" the lynx winked.

"Always, darling," the otter wearing the black net shirt replied easily as his paws grabbed a glass from the shelf above the bar and with remarkable speed placed it onto the counter.

"Mix me one of those Jäegerbombs, will you?" Haakon grinned. "For old time's sake."

"Coming up!" the otter replied.

"You must remember this..." the lynx purred.

Demetrius, his paws moving without the otter ever looking at them, grinned and smacked his lips loudly.

"...a kiss is just a kiss..."

_ _

It took only a moment before the murky, hissing drink was placed into Haakon's paw, complete with a straw, a little pink umbrella and plenty of ice that made the glass sweat against the fur on his palm.

"Chin chin!" Haakon declared.

"Bottoms up!" Demetrius licked his lips.

Haakon sipped his drink and gave another look-around at the bar area, which had been decorated, since his last visit, by numerous jockstraps hanging from strings on the ceiling. One marked in the colors of Anaheim Ducks made the lynx smile, briefly. Seemed so long time ago...

"Love what you've done with the place, Demi," he said.

"Ohhh, thank you, darling!" the otter winked. "I thought about potted plants at first but I thought that was too gay. We do try to cater for all categories of homosexuals nowadays...so many bros and all those..."

"Gotta love bros," the lynx winked, giving a glance towards the corner of the bar decorated with posters of cars and hunky furs sprawled on their bonnets.

"Oh, very much so!" the otter purred. "They love to come here during the Oil Rig Night...that's every other Friday, by the way..."

"I'll keep that in mind," Haakon said, his ears till flicking along to the blaring music.

"Just give me a holler when you need a top-up...or a top..." the otter grinned flashily once more before he wandered away to serve another customer.

It really had been a while since he had been in one of these places. The fame, the years spent in Canada, the attention...it all seemed so far away...

...everything before that seemed to be distant, too. It seemed almost like a fantasy, to have gone through so much in such a short life yet...and there he was. Looking back at it, feeling...many things...and a hint of sadness.

"I'd know that tail anywhere."

The lynx almost jumped - and some of the reflexes that had made him so dangerous, almost feral, on the ice, worked as he turned rapidly on the stool, drink still at paw, to face the source of the voice.

And he almost froze...

There he was, less than a yard away, standing there in his pinstriped pants and with his jacket casually slung over his shoulder, his shirt buttoned all the way open and untucked from under his belt...the buckle also left open, to make everything extra comfortable downstairs...

Wow.

He looked like he'd just stepped out of his office and just had decided to pop by to the gay bar after a long day...and he looked sexy as fuck.

"Mason..." the lynx stated.

The wolf looked at the seated cat, sharp eyes behind some rectangular spectacles that sat comfortably on his nose. His whiskers bristled a little as he breathed in the lynx's scent.

"Haakon," the wolf rumbled.

"Come here often?" the lynx raised his glass in a wry toast.

"Perhaps I should, if the clientele has improved this much lately," Mason replied.

shut up

_ _

"The music hasn't," Haakon commented after a sip from his glass.

The wolf's eyes were heavy upon the lynx, taking in every detail of the seated cat...not letting go, as he eyed the broad-shouldered male sitting there in an exaggeratedly relaxed pose, one elbow on the counter.

"Some things don't change," Mason replied.

"I saw you today," Haakon spoke, loud enough so that his voice carried over the clamor of the men enjoying themselves.

"I'm Mister Holden's personal assistant," the wolf replied. "I'm bound to be seen by everyone every day."

"That's Jacob Holden, ja?" the lynx proposed. "I still haven't met him."

"He's coming from Japan tomorrow," Mason said. "In time for the wedding."

"I wasn't invited," Haakon let the glass tilt gently in his paw. "Guess former boyfriends aren't welcome."

"That'd disqualify me too, but I was invited," Mason mused.

The lynx's ears flicked sharply.

"Must be just me then."

"Why didn't you come to say hello?" the wolf asked, giving the lynx a stern look.

"We work in different floors," Haakon replied. "I was very busy with Mrs. Holden all day. I didn't have to wander around."

The wolf's ears flattened.

"You said you saw me..."

"You were in the conference room with Victor Holden," the lynx said. "I was on my way and simply passing by."

"We're going to be working together!" Mason yelped. "We can't behave like this!"

"Does it matter, really?" the lynx stated.

"Of course it does!" the wolf huffed. "It's...us!"

"It was a long time ago," the lynx breathed.

"It doesn't mean it has changed..." the wolf replied.

"Everything has changed."

It must have been cold there in my shadow

The music had changed now, and there was a shuffle as the furs on the dance floor assumed a position more suitable for slow dancing. The wolf's ears flicked sharply.

To never have sunlight on your face

_ _

"It doesn't have to be," Mason whispered.

You were content to let me shine, that's your way

"Why?"

You always walked a step behind

_ _

"Because it doesn't have to," the wolf grumbled.

Haakon put his glass down onto the counter and hopped onto his paws, smooth as smoke.

So I was the one with all the glory

_ _

"Dance with me," the lynx said, offering his paw.

While you were the one with all the strength

_ _

Mason stared at the paw.

"What?"

A beautiful face without a name for so long

_ _

"Dance with me," the lynx repeated firmly.

A beautiful smile to hide the pain

_ _

The wolf's breath wavered as their fingers became entwined, firmly.

"That's good," Haakon said.

"Haakon..."

Did you ever know that you're my hero

_ _

The lynx led the wolf amidst the gently swaying furs, took him in his arms, and let their bodies fall into the rhythm of the music, their footpaws moving softly, their eyes never leaving one another as they began to move softly.

and everything I would like to be?

_ _

"Haakon..."

"Hush, älskling..."

I can fly higher than an eagle

_ _

"Oh Haakon..." the wolf sunk against the lynx's shoulder.

'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

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THE BOLD AND THE FURRY

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GRUFFY & GAMBLE