Pride Bay. Chapter Three.
#3 of Pride Bay
Pride Bay Chapter Three By Roofles
The night air had finally set around them and with it a chill brought on by the sea. Even in the middle of summer people began putting on sweaters and coats. Most were still in their shorts, flip flops, sandals or bare feet but bundling up enough to show that there would be a fine frost in the morning. Already August and the summer felt as if it were coming to an end.
"He really left." Dylan said flatly looking out over the now empty parking lot. Only a service vehicle was left in the lot. Parked in the corner, off to the side and vacant of any life.
"Yup." Marty agreed. The cougar had folded his ears back, his tail swaying behind him quickly (for a cat) as he thumbed the cell phone in his pocket. He could easily just call the tiger back but at the same time that would be cock blocking...himself. And that cat didn't really have any intention of doing so. However it left him feeling rather guilty over the matter though he hid it well from the man standing, a foot shorter, next to him.
"He took my surf board." Dylan stated as flatly as before with a frowned just staring down the road as if half expecting to see his board tossed aside into a ditch.
"Yup." Marty said flatly now feeling his heart pound in his chest and his nerves beginning to get to him. "He'll be back. Soon. I hope. Tomorrow." He said as if correcting himself each time. "He'll be back tomorrow." Marty frowned though not even really convincing himself. He was sure he would be, hoped he would be but was never really sure. Then again he was always a simple phone call away.
"So your stuck here, huh?" Dylan said casually relaxing, figuring he'd at least be able to get his board back tomorrow if nothing else. It was the only thing he really owned worth any kind of value. Dylan couldn't do anything now about it and would just have to wait and see what kind of hand he'd be dealt with tomorrow. Then he'd deal with it. No point getting mad over something he physically couldn't do anything about.
"Yup." Was the flat reply the man got back in return. Marty could feel himself beginning to sweat as if afraid the man would be able to see through their, his ploy.
"Want to crash at my place?" Dylan asked however turning to look at the cat with a shrug as he dismissed the issue.
"Yup." And in a second the tides of fate smiled on the tawny brown fur mountain cat. Who could've been jumping with joy but never would've been.
Dylan just smiled at the cat however making those ears stay firmly pressed back on his slightly larger than human head.
Though promninantly dominated by this brown tawny fur Marty had several unique features that made him both stand out and amplify his already defined features. A black tail tip and markings around the muzzle in a horseshoe shape pattern as well as circular rings around his emerald eyes made every expression on his face show through that thick fur. Every grin and laugh was etched out on that fuzzy face. And even the strip of black fur that ran down the center of his chin only accentuated his smile. The creamy brown on his chest and under arms helped outline the firm natural muscles of the cats able-bodied, strapping, strong, athletic torso, arms and legs. All of which Dylan was all more than happy to look at.
The cat stood almost a foot taller than the man next to him, this was mainly due to his ankles that rose up into the air rather than rested on the ground as if the cat was always standing on his tippy toes.
"Cool." Was Dylan's shrug of a reply. Off handed in and of itself Marty's ear twitched as he tried to hear some hidden behind that single word. Or hoping to hear one. But only saw the man begin to head home down the sidewalk.
The large cat quickly caught up to walk next to him, stuffing his paws into his pocket unsure what else to do with them. Marty wanted to place an arm around the man, hug him close or walk hand in paw with him to where ever his den was. The man had a soft, handsome face that was almost slightly burned tan due to exposure of the sun so much. The corner of his lip was lifted in a smile as he caught the cat staring. Marty wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not and only got a shrug in return.
Dylan just motioned with his head and headed across the central street. The large cat let out the breath he was holding and headed after him quickly with heavy, silent steps. Marty kept his paws tucked away looking from one side of the street to the other at the various stores and shops trying to remember anything that would be nice to go to. Places that would be fun to go to together, he mused looking back at the guy who was now looking up at the stars as they passed through an alleyway heading for the back hills.
Marty swallowed heavily as the man stopped and looked back at him.
"Hm?" Dylan asked only making a sound.
"Well it's just..." Marty weighed it in his hand trying to favor if he wanted to tell him or not but ended up listening to the loud voice in his pants. "It's nothing."
"Ok," Dylan smiled stopping to allow the cat to catch up to him. "I live up the hill so I hope you don't mind a bit of a climb."
"It's kind of bred into me." Marty chuckled his reply.
Past the main strip of the town on the other side opposite of the beach was the residential area where schools, houses and apartments had been built. Built on the rolling hills that slowly rose up high until they met the mountain ridge. A dense forest had grown over the centuries being one large reason man had invested so much in the state. Lumber, the natural resource. When the mill industry died however this town became a central hub focusing around the college as well as a tourist attraction for any revenue they could accumilate.
Dylan on the other hand had been born here. Stayed for family, friends and the college. He loved the beach, the smell of salt in the air and the forest on the other side provided a nice change every now and then from the endless expansion of water. The town wasn't big but long allowing for plenty of things to do at least killing most your time just getting there and back. The college always brought in new guys and gals keeping things fresh. And during the summer there were always hundreds of people coming and going for the beach.
It wasn't the first time Dylan had brought a guy back to his place. Nor did he figure it would be the last. Though the cougar was far better game than most. To be fair it would be his first time with a cat. Or a fur. Though the town had a few that lived in it and several that visisted most kept their peace from contact with humans as if they were wild animals. And it was only as he thought about it that Dylan realized he hadn't ever been with one before.
Rumors, racist remarks and slanderious saying were coming to mind. Trying to disect fact from fiction and having something in mind what to expect from the large cougar standing directly behind him as he opened his apartments door.
"This is my humble abode." Dylan gestured in front of him chuckling a bit at the poor state that it was in.
Old cloths were hanging off the back of the couch. The table in front of it had several remnants of old meals; pizza box, along with a Carl's Jr. bag still with a few fries left in it. Cans of beer, pop and various energy drinks were neatly stacked on one side of the table with stacked dirty used paper plates and utensils on top.
Shoes were scattered around the front door most of which Dylan pushed aside with his foot trying to at least allow a walk path for them to go in. Marty didn't say a thing as he nodded at the man and headed in allowing Dylan to shut the door behind.
Dylan stumbled around in the dark touching the wall blindly trying to recall exactly where the light switch was until the cougar in front of him flicked it on. Those emerald eyes softened up as the light turned on above and the tawny brown mountain cat was looking down at the man directly in front of him.
Dylan blinked a few times just staring at the cat's broad chest inches away from his nose before looking up at him and with a smile said "Thanks." The cat shrugged in return as they stood there neither of the two saying anything or wanting to make the first move.
"You got coffee?" Marty asked.
"Coffee?"
"Yeah. I haven't had my daily cup today." He grinned toothily trying to keep an innocent straight face playing off the classic invite of "coming in for a cup of coffee."
Dylan just shrugged and moved past the cat into the kitchen to make him a pot of bean juice. "You want any creamer?" Dylan asked sticking his head into the fridge to see if he actually had any left. This just got a rather large grin from the cat.
"Sure." Marty replied trying to keep the inside joke to himself. "Love some of your cream."
"It's French Vanilla. If that's coo'." Dylan said grabbign the bottle and turning it over to look at the experation date.
"Didn't know you were French." Marty offered back heading into the kitchen. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a smug smile.
The cougar continued to lean against the wall however and Dylan was still fishing around inside the fridge unable to see the "coolness" the cat was trying to be. So he laid agaisnt the wall waiting for Dylan to look over for a couple of minutes as the man prepared and made the coffee.
Slouching now the man finally turned to look at the frowning cat. "What?" He asked and Marty just rolled his eyes heading over to grab a cup as if it were his place and not the other way around.
"Bold much?" Dylan said looking at the cougar sternly making the cat fold his ears back. With a laugh he opened the creamer for him. "Relax. You worry to much." He added pouring him a good shot worth of cream. The cat proceeded to add another four to five shots.
"I usually prefer Irish cream to be honest." Marty said taking a sip of his coffee. He added another shot of cream. "Much more...kick."
"I could always Irish it up for you if you want." Dylan said making the cat raise an eyebrow until he pulled a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. "Always keep a spare for those emergency occassions."
"Trying to get the cat tipsy are we?" The cougar almost purred but his low voice made it had for Dylan to tell.
"I doubt I'd need too." Dylan teased in good humor heading into the living room with little to no thought about the remark. Though Marty was sure that was indeed the case as he followed him in.
Dylan just took a seat on the couch and kicked a leg up resting back thinking of chores to be done, bills to be paid and not of cougars taking a seat next to him.
Marty on the other hand was the opposite as he looked from the corner of his eyes at the man with a leg down and the other up on the table, invitingly so. Or was that an invite? It was hard to tell with his head thinking one thing and the other thinking something else. Should he move closer? Their legs weren't even touching. Would it be appropriate to sling an arm around him? Or would that be being too forward? Or worse he might think it was just something a casual friend would do and think nothing more of it.
He was beginning to get so nervous his claws were extending and his tail tip wouldn't stop flickering back and forth. His ears were folded back, eyes dilated and even his breathing was soft, quiet as if he were on the prowl. Signs, details obviously missed by the man sitting next to him without a shirt on and in nothing but loose baggy shorts. Much like himself. Shorts that were already beginning to feel too tight and stuffy.
"What kind of...stuff do you do?" Marty spoke up when no words were exchanged. He hated the silence. All he could hear was the sound of his racing heart. And the body heat next to him was all the more apparent.
"Surf." Dylan rested his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. "Work. School. Fuck around town sometimes. I like to do stuff though." He opened his eyes and looked at the cat unsure exactly where he was going with this line of questioning. It could be a poor start to get into his pants and yet the cat stayed where he was.
It was already growing late. The walk home took a bit longer than either had really planned. It ended up being more of a detour, scenic route so Dylan could show him the nature trails and a park specially built just for viewing the flowers on the edge of a creek that led down to the ocean front. It was breezy night with a slight nip in the air and yet it was nice.
And tiring.
It was only as the warm fur pressed against his face did Dylan realize he had dozed off. He chuckled pulling back a bit rubbign an eye. "Maybe I should have some coffee too." He half joked rubbing his eyes. A paw was placed on his back though.
"If your tired, your tired." Marty said making Dylan frown a bit. Made him feel as if he were being scolded but the two ended up laughing a bit and the two sat closer, Dylan found himself resting against the cats chest not by choice though he didn't mind.
It was both softer than he expected. And as Dylan found his cheek pressing against that downy soft, creamy brown fur chest that he wondered...if he used some kind of fur conditioner. Do they even have that? He would've seen it at the store, right? Or was it specificly sold only at certain outlets? His town was more...modernnize he thought.
His concerns were not that of the cats who had moved so that both rested, half laid, on the couch now. The cat was larger easily able to support the weight of another cradled in his arms against his bare toned chest. Marty held his shoulder in a padded grip, finding that in meer moments he was rubbing his thumb against the smooth, warm skin.
Marty could feel himself smile softly as he felt the body shift next to him slumber already beginning to sink in once more. It was a nice feeling for sure. The voice in his pants wouldn't shut up however as the warm, heavy body laid against him and pressed down on him as the cat turned to lay fully on the couch.