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These lions sure know how to eat...even Rory downed two huge sandwiches before everyone had had their share, and it'd all been washed down with beer. Rory hadn't joked about his mom drinking the stuff - she polished off a bottle much faster than Rory's dad, and she was going for seconds herself while chastising Mister Gliese for wanting a top up for himself, and I gotta say, it was pretty damn funny to watch his ears droop in a rather Rory-like fashion while he got beer-blocked, and Mrs. Gliese hurried to serve me another one, with a lot of purring and smiling and grinning towards Rory sitting on the chair next to mine.

Food was great, beer was nice, and it made me feel fuzzy and nice and a bit tired, which was probably also because of the heat, and it seemed quite natural, hence, to suggest we took a bit of lie-down after the meal, to digest, to which my hosts more than happily agreed. Rory and I got upstairs after giving them our well wishes, and soon it was just the two of us, by the door to his room.

"Can you tell me way to the bathroom?" I asked from him, "I think the beer wants to come out before nap."

Rory chuffed and pointed the right door.

"The pink towel is for guests," he said, tail looping about behind him.

"How appropriate!" I winked as I went on my way to the curiously lion - and soap-scented bathroom to handle my business. There really was a row of towels on hooks, with no labels, but each were of different color, so I presumed that all five of them were color-coded. I obediently used some fruit-scented soap on my paws and ran water into a sink that had some definite lion hair stuck on the drain grille on the bottom, and I tried to guess whether Rory's color was red, yellow, green or blue. I could always try to sniff them to search for extra clues, but I had the feeling that would be impolite of me...and besides, Rory didn't visit too often, his towel might've become diluted, or recently washed, or something. I might have to ask him later, I decided, as I rinsed my paws, shook them, and then used the aforementioned pink one to dry myself up. I gave myself a nice look on the mirror on the door of the cabinet, ruffled my head furs a little to replace some of the reeking fruity scent with my own familiar body odor on my paws, and then I was ready to join the lion in his room.

I tip-toed across the landing, hearing voices from downstairs, but I didn't stay to spy, no, I rather wanted to slip into the room to find how Rory was doing.

"Hey!" I grinned once I poked my head through the door and then the rest of me followed. It was a nicely sized room, not huge, but there was enough room to play, I thought, besides the bed, the desk, the wardrobes and a dresser. All normal furniture, adult-sized, no kiddie bed here, hah, that'd been hilarious, but no, just a regular bed, a desk perfectly suitably for a high school lion. I wonder if they'd moved the old stuff to Justin's room...another thing I'd have to ask from Rory.

"Hi!"

Rory was sitting on the edge of the bed, still overflowing with linen and blankets and pillows, but he'd moved our bags down to the floor to make some room, which I promptly overtook by settling down next to him. I put an arm around him and squeezed him close.

"That was a nice lunch," I said, "I'm packed!"

Rory let out a little chuckle and patted my belly. I let out a suitable rumble and made the gesture on his belly, too, and he let out an appropriate purr, which was nice to hear, too.

"I'm glad your tummy approves," he said.

"Sure," I grinned, "though my muzzle tastes of onions now..."

I leaned towards him suggestively and held my breath so as not to gas him with the onions, but he kept on smiling, and didn't mind the peck on his lips. Damn it was nice to just do...that...I mean, making out is awesome, but just having the time to do something as relaxed and simple and non-horny as this...this was nice, too. We should've done more of this before...or maybe we just didn't think about it yet...Rory's paw playing with my collar and my own playing with his side and our muzzles resting kinda close more than made up for it.

"Let's lie down," I smiled, "I got us a nap, gotta make good use of it."

Rory flicked an ear at me, but I kept grinning as I settled down upon the slightly lumpy surface of numerous pillows, and tugged him to lie down next to me. The bed wasn't that big, and I gave in and lied on my side and pressed my back to the wall to make enough room for Rory, which he then took, curling down so that we were muzzle to muzzle. I smiled and put a paw over his back. Rory swung his tail over my legs in a way of returning the gesture, and that was nice.

"So, how's my breath?" I chuckled.

"It's...tolerable," he said.

I pouted.

"Got any gum?" I chuckled, rubbing his back.

"Sorry," he smirked.

I batted his back a little and chuckled some more, and gave him another oniony kiss.

"Guess I'm not bad, then," I said.

"Nope," he said.

I lifted my other paw, sneaked it between our bodies and rubbed his cheek, all the way up to his nosepad, to see how he'd react to the sudden whiff of the strongly scented soap from the bathroom. He definitely snuffled at that.

"There was this stuff in the bathroom," I said.

"Dad must've been shopping," he replied with a gleam to his eyes, "he always gets into these special offers and buys huge tubs of stuff and then we have to use all of it or else."

"It smells like pear or something," I sampled my own paw, quickly, before returning it to Rory's neck, which seemed like a good place.

"I rest my case," he said.

"Which towel's yours?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"The towels," I said, "in the bathroom? Color-coded? Pink for guests, the rest for Glieses?"

"Ohhh..." his ears flickered, back and forth, in that funny way his did.

"I'm waiting..."

"Yellow's mine," he said, giving me a look.

"Heheh."

"Is that somehow funny?" he raised a brow.

I nudged Rory's shoulderblade and licked my lips in a teasing gesture. I chuckled.

"No, not really," I said, "I was really curious, though."

"Why?"

"This is your home," I said, "everything here is about you, and I want to learn all there is to know about you."

"Including my mom's choice of one-dollar paw towels?"

"I suppose it reflects on your possible inherited thriftiness..."

"I'm not thrifty, I'm just poor," Rory snuffled.

"Not too poor, though," I said, "which is awesome."

"I make do," he said.

"What is it like to be the sheriff's son?" I asked.

Rory smacked his lips after a little moment of thinking about it.

"The same that it's to be a teacher's son," he answered, then, "you sometimes heard about it, sure."

"Were you bullied at school?" I hadn't really asked about that before...not that it mattered much anymore, I thought, but...I did tell him that I wanted to know him. We'd drifted into that area now, and I might as well ask. Get it done and over with. Maybe being in my arms would make him feel safe enough to talk, even if the memories were painful.

"I got picked on a bit, like everyone else, I guess," he said. "I was a quiet kid. Of course you get some of that."

"Yeah, I suppose," I said, knowing that too well, "but nothing more than that?"

I didn't say "worse", because any bullying was bad enough...I should know.

"I wasn't beaten up or got my head put into the toilet or my locker sabotaged or anything like that, no," he said, "I just drifted along, you know? I did have a few friends, but I wasn't anything like a popular kid, and I didn't want to be, either. Seemed like so much work to me."

I chuckled.

"I can see the point in that, hah."

"Well, how about you then?" he suggested. "Were you a top dog, huh?"

He batted me with his tail a bit, and gave me a look.

"I was an athlete, if that's what you want to ask," I replied, "I dunno how much of a...top dog that makes me, but you know what jocks are like...and I wasn't exactly innocent in that respect, either."

Rory chuckled.

"You got into trouble a lot?"

"And I can't even blame Cobb for all of it," I flicked my ears back upon my admission.

Rory let out a small purr, after a moment, and his eyes took upon a certain kind of a gaze...an intimate one.

"I didn't know I was in bed with a bad boy," he murmured, with lots of purring to go with that, too.

Ooohhh where this could go were the circumstances a bit different...the feeling was definitely there...the mood could definitely be there...but I held back, and just gave him a nice big smooch and ruffled his mane a bit.

"As long as you know that I was just dumb and under Cobb's influence, rather than mean and a bully," I said.

Rory chuckled and licked my lips, just one big raspy lap, but it was just nice.

"I believe you," he said.

"Thanks," I patted his back a little before deciding on a nice rub along his spine, all the way to the big bony base of that tail of his, which was resting flopped over my thighs now, holding me close to him in its own way, which also felt nice.

"Don't think there's a single bit of mean in you," he said, "I just can't feel it..."

"You're feeling me up alright," I smirked as I curled my paw around the base of his tail and gave it a small, not so innocent tug.

That purr that resulted sounded nice...as was the tensing of his back...nice, curly, cat-like, Rory-like...hmmm...couldn't help it...needed another kiss...or two...yes...it was nice.

"Hmmmmhhh...I think this bed is just perfect for snuggling," I said as we settled down after our little kiss and fondle, warm-cheeked and cheerful.

Rory chuckled.

"You might regret after we spend the night here like sardines," he said.

"I don't mind," I said, "I'll hold you so that you won't fall out."

"What if you roll over in your sleep and push both of us out of the bed?" he smirked.

I let my paw slip lower on his back and cupped the nearest butt cheek.

"Then I've got a plenty fluffy lion serving as a cushion for our fall," I teased.

"Uh huh?" his paw took a swipe at my own butt for retaliation, as did his tail, "but then I'd have lots of Dobie squashing me..."

"Like you'd mind..." I rumbled suggestively.

A few panting kisses later, he spoke.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not fooling anyone, heh," he spoke, his voice thick.

"Yep," I smirked.

We just rested for a moment, and I could hear not just Rory's breathing, but a kind of a thrumming that was there, and it wasn't just him purring.

"I think it's raining, "I said.

He flicked an ear, and gave me a little nod.

"It was just a matter of time," I said.

"We have to open the window after it's over," I said, "I like it how it smells after rain."

"I like it too," he said. "So fresh."

"Better than the silly soap," I chuckled.

Rory snuffled.

"Sorry for poisoning your sensitive nose," he nudged mine with his own, enough to make me snort out of surprise at the sensation, "I'll give dad a talking."

"It's not worse than the soap at your own place," I said.

"Oh come on!" he elbowed me once he saw my smirk.

"Sorry," I smiled.

"What's your room like at your home?" he asked.

"It's okay," I said, "it's been turned into a kind of a guest room, I guess...Cobb and I used to share a room until we moved when we were about fourteen...bigger house...got a room for each of us after that, me, Cobb, Evvie."

"Must've been nice," Rory smiled, "after sharing quarters with Cobb."

"Did wonders to my sex life," I smirked.

Hahah...that look...teheheh...

"And guess it got me carried away, too," I rumbled, "since I hid so many men's underwear catalogues in my drawer that when Cobb sneaked in to steal some socks from me, he found my porn stash and there was nothing I could give as an excuse..."

Talk about a way to come out to your 16-year-old jock twin brother...

"I think I remember this story," Rory said.

"I must've told it before, "I said, "I feel like I did."

"I still like hearing it," he said.

"Did you have anything stashed here?" I gave the room a look, as if looking for anything suspicious.

"Not really," he said, "but I put our old dial-up modem to good use once we got our first Internet connection..."

I chuckled.

"You didn't..." I smirked in a slightly exaggerated tone.

"Do you remember those old kind of pictures on web pages, the kind that started out as a kind of a mess of pixels but they slowly became sharper as the page loaded?" he asked.

"Sure I do!" I chuckled. "Used to drive me mad, waiting for them. Feels like it was ages ago, even though it's just a few years."

"Hahah, yeah, "he said.

"So you used the family computer for looking at porn..." I accused him.

"It did exist, you know," he said, "and I was savvy enough to find it...heh...even before Google..."

I chuckled and patted his porn-butt, just because I could.

"You horndog," I chuckled.

"Hormones, eh?" he said. "Besides, it wasn't until college that I learned the joys of broadband...and streaming video..."

I chuckled.

"I'll beat you to that," I said, "I actually bought a couple of DVDs."

"You didn't!"

"Ohhh yes," I smirked, "I had to put that DVD player I got as a graduation gift to good use...I'd watch the stuff at night on mute...though I guess my college years weren't so wild since I lived at home, heh..."

"You did?"

"Didn't I ever tell you?" I said. "Cobb and I went to the University of Cleveland. We only left home after graduation."

"That must've hampered bringing home your dates for the night," Rory suggested.

"I got to know a few dorm rooms," I winked. "It was Cobb who got into trouble for sneaking in girls..."

"Typical."

"I think I lost a bit of my innocence that one time I actually walked in on him and a German Shepherd going at it," I said.

He cringed deliciously, and I went in for the kill.

"Reverse cowboy," I said.

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