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He woke in a foreign bed filled with foreign scents, heavy with the foreign weight of the morning after. But the bed was comfortable, the scents were pleasant, and the weight was light. It should have felt weird, waking up in bed pressed nearly nude up against a stranger, and yet it didn't at all. Once again, he was certain it was not by nature of sleeping with a stranger, or by nature of the rottweiler's rather handsome physique, but by the calm, gentle, intelligent nature of the person behind the glasses.

"Morning."

Jake's eyes eased open. He was on his side, curled up against the rottweiler, who was on his back. One of his arms lay draped over the older male's chest. He massaged the rottweiler's chest lightly. In turn, the rottweiler squeezed him.

"Stay here, okay? I'm going to shower."

Jake nodded. The bed felt cold and empty by contrast when the rottweiler got up. He must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing he remembered was a touch on his shoulder and the smell of oatmeal spiked with brown sugar and cinnamon.

He rolled over. The rottweiler was looking down at him, offering a bowl. "Hope you like this stuff. Didn't want to wake you and ask. I know it's not much, but it's a lazy morning."

"Yeah. Of course." Jake sat up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and took the bowl. "Thanks." The rottweiler, clad in boxers that didn't hide the bulge of his heavy sheath and large sac, climbed back in bed beside him, and like that, they ate. The light scent of shampoo followed Sean.

Breakfast vanished quickly, and for a few minutes, they just lay there. He was inexplicably comfortable, laying beside the gentle giant that was Sean, so much so that Jake thought he might fall asleep again. But he forced his eyes open, and he once more scanned the dog's figure. They paused between the rottweiler's legs.

Jake stretched out his limbs, then rested his paw on top of the dog's bulge. It swelled in response. Morning grogginess warred with morning wood and lost. He leaned over, replacing his paw with his mouth. After a moment's hesitation, he kissed the dog's bulge, tasting his musk through the rough fabric of his boxers. He flattened the cloth against the rottweiler's groin, so he could better see his sheath's outline, and his mouth and tongue traced along it.

Sean grunted lowly and spread his legs. Jake climbed between them. Sean's sheath was swelling, and now filled his boxers out quite nicely. Closing his eyes, Jake pressed his muzzle up against it. He felt the rottweiler's sheath pulse against him, and a set of heavy orbs lay against his chin. He sucked in several hungry breaths, savoring the male's dizzying musk.

He parted the flap in Sean's boxers. The tip of his sheath had begun to part, letting out a solid inch of the rottweiler's admirably thick red tip. His mouth locked onto the nub. He met the rottweiler's eyes, and sucked. The taste made him moan.

Sean's shaft grew in Jake's mouth, until it was too much to take, and he had to back up. His head bobbed quickly back down, though, even as he felt the first tangy burst of the dog's precum against his throat.

He pulled out to drag his tongue over the surface of the male's red meat. He held it still in one paw, even as precum drooled from its tip. He'd never seen a cock this perfect in porn. Sure, he'd seen bigger, but not better: Sean's size was just right, it was webbed with just the right amount of veins, and its countours were just perfect.

"Like what you see?"

Jake gave it a stroke and kissed its tip; the process smeared his lips with gooey precum. "I'm so glad you're a top," he said, but the moan that left his lips when he leaned down and took the rott in as deep as he could spoke much more loudly.

He could get used to this: waking up next to a kind, warm male who brought him breakfast and had a big, delicious cock he eagerly let Jake play with.

A good five minutes later, the rottweiler's grunts turned into a throaty growl. In the spirit of keeping the rottweiler clean post-shower, the dingo had no choice but to swallow. And swallow he did: every single creamy, sticky drop. The aftertaste hit him a little strongly, but the throb in his pants was worth it.

When he pulled away, sticky strings connected him to the rottweiler's member. He licked them away. "Sorry 'bout that. But, when you put your bulge there in plain sight, I just can't help myself."

The rottweiler let out an exhausted chuckle. "Looks like you helped yourself to quite a bit. Not that I'm complaining." He glanced towards Jake's groin. "You need a helping hand?"

"I'm good," Jake said. His dick was pulsing in his pants, but he'd live: he just wanted to suck the rott's cock, and he was sure reliving the memory would bring him many panting orgasms in the future. He straddled the rottweiler and lay down against him; he didn't exactly consider himself an affectionate person, but last night pressed up against the large male's fur had felt good, and he figured he still had license to do it. And, well, when his paw went down to rest once more over the bulge of the rottweiler's sheath, he had to acknowledge that he was a little bit of a slut for the big guy. "Consider it payback for making me blow so hard, last night."

The rottweiler grinned, and rubbed between his ears. "Alright. Fair's fair." He reached over to his laptop, and closed the lid. "Bad news, though. I need to get to work, as soon as I can."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head, unsure if the rottweiler was genuine or just blowing him off. Then he looked at the clock, displaying the time in angry red letters on the nightstand. "This late?"

The rottweiler laughed. "My schedule is flexible, but I have something big I need to get done before tomorrow. Let's just say I work a lot more than I get paid for."

"Yeah? Where do you work?" The rottweiler didn't say immediately, so he added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want."

Despite saying that, he expected the rottweiler to answer, and was a little surprised when he didn't. "I'd rather not say," Sean said. "Thanks."

The dingo massaged along the rottweiler's arms, feeling the muscle of his biceps. A glance to the armoire adjacent the bed revealed a set of hanging clothes that hadn't been there last night. The rottweiler must have brought them in post-shower. "Sorry if I took too long, getting you off. I didn't know."

"The ten minutes won't hurt," Sean said, and grinned toothily. "Besides, I really wanted to feel your tongue. Anyway, I need to get dressed."

"Alright." Jake sat up on the bed, while the rottweiler got up and began pulling on the casuals hanged up on the armoire. He had a nice view of the rott's rump, which he noted was rather nice in itself, though he did prefer the front end a little more. He didn't stay seated there long, though: he followed the trail of clothes they'd shed, picking up and donning his old garb piece-by-piece until he came to the pants they'd shed when they'd leaned against the wall, looked each other in the eyes, and beat each other off.

Once more, he didn't let his eyes wander too much around the details of the apartment, and by the time Sean was leading him to the car again, asking for his address, he realized he could barely remember the interior of the place. The rottweiler seemed oddly pensieve now, though part of that might've been from the imminence of work. Jake peered out the window, and found his thoughts wandering--maybe along the same path as the older male's.

Jake wasn't a slut--hell, he could count his sexual partners on two fingers--but this just logically made sense: it would be nice, after a tough slam of a week, to forget about school for an hour or two; to have a drink, talk a bit, then curl up between the rott's legs and give that perfect shaft the sloppy throating it deserved. Hell, he'd be happy if they just jerked each other off, and on the most hectic of days, he'd be very happy to wake up with an ache in his rear.

Plus--though the age difference was a big red flag, he actually liked the rottweiler quite a bit. If he didn't, then he surely wouldn't have enjoyed spending the night pressed up against him. Perhaps he could eventually get to know the dog better. The fuck-then-friends method of dating wasn't really what he normally considered dating, but just then, he considered it pretty strongly.

To hell with it. He turned to the rottweiler. "I was wondering. Are we going to speak again?'

"I don't know," the dog said, eyes on the road. A few heartbeats of silence. "I don't make a habit of this."

The dingo nodded. "First time, here."

The dog was silent for a while. He looked over his shoulder to change lanes, then leaned back once they were in the turning lane. "But I'm considering it. We'd have to make terms clear. We'd have to plan in advance any time we wanted to see each other, and..." He cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not sure if I'll ever be eager to be on the bottom end, so, if you're looking for that, ah..."

"That's... fine." More than fine, actually; it made Jake's sheath pulse. There wasn't an ounce of a top in him, which was often a source of frustration. "I imagine it'd mostly be me, y'know, between your legs." He was afraid of coming off as too eager, so he added: "But my schedule's tight, too. Tough classes. I tend to get lost in them, sometimes."

"Right." Sean tilted his head. "Where'd you say you went to school?"

"Batavia. I study physics--astrophysics." The dingo said that last part with a little bit of pride.

Telling someone you majored in physics usually got one of three reactions. One: the person groans and tells you about how much he hated that class in college, but admits a respectful admiration of your dedication. Two: the person labels you as one of Those Guys, recoils a bit, and finds someone else to talk to. Three: the person is a lowly physics Geek who asks all sorts of embarassing questions about modern science to you, the physics Nerd, who has been indoctrinated and enslaved by the harsh, deterministic reality of classical physics.

The first time you get these reactions, you enjoy them, but eventually you end up avoiding the question of your major whenever it comes up. Rarely, though, you'll meet someone you'll like, and proudly declare your field of study, hoping they'll take to it uniquely.

Sean's reaction didn't fit into any category. His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head just slightly. His brow furrowed in concentration, and he had to jerk the wheel slightly to correct the vehicle.

The dingo frowned. "Something wrong?"

"Not something you hear everyday," Sean said.

Curious. The dingo opened his mouth, but decided against speaking, instead choosing to stare forward at the road. His guess was that the rottweiler had an ex who was a physics student, back in his college days. And he really didn't want to hear about the male's exes.

Damn it. It seemed like this kind of thing always happened to him--in reverse, at least. He'd start talking to someone and they'd get along great. Jake would think about the person constantly and always want to know more about him. Then, it would happen: that person would open his mouth, and spout out something brazenly unattractive that made Jake backpedal and think, "Oh, well. Nevermind."

Perhaps he was reading things incorrectly, but was that what had just happened on Sean's end? It wasn't the age difference that made him uncomfortable, but the fact that Jake was a physics student?

In ten minutes' time, they drove over familiar roads. Jake's apartment loomed in the distance, and he bit his lip.

He guided Sean to his apartment, and they pulled into a space at its front. He looked over at the rottweiler. A sneaking suspicion filled him this would be the last look he got. The big dog was great... but was Jake just a one-night fling for him? And wasn't that what the dingo had wanted, in the first place? Why did it bother him so much?

"Guess this is goodbye," the dingo said.

Sean nodded. "Yeah. Sorry you couldn't stay longer."

"Keep in touch?"

The rottweiler's lips curled into a superficial smile that didn't show in his eyes. "We'll see."

What the hell did that mean? It took a bit of effort to keep his ears from falling-he didn't want the older male to know how much this bothered him.

He shut the door behind him and unlocked the door to his apartment. Frustrated, he grabbed his ears, still wondering what the hell had just happened, and how the hell it had just happened, when last night and this morning had been so, so sweet.

Fun as it had been, he doubted he'd be doing this again.