Catnundrum. Chapter Six.
Catnundrum
Chapter Six
By Roofles
The two found themselves in the empty space left behind by the moved bed. Simon was trying not to focus on the covered groin pressing against his rear as the dog had pulled his legs closer, up and onto his side. One of Simon's legs were bent and his whole sole was pressed against the dog's broad muzzle. A warm breath washed over it once more leaving the cat to feel one of two things. Embarrassed by his friends enthusiasm and the stiffening sheath within the dog's briefs pressed firmly against his other side.
He had wanted to say something about it but a part of him, a guilty dirty naughty, part of him was enjoying this. Not that his paws were being molested by that abnormally long, grooved tongue but aroused by the dog's enjoyment of it.
Something about that enthralled shameless muzzle nuzzling at his toes, licking at the warm squishy paw pads and sucking each digits, as that snake like tongue slurped at the underside was in its own way erotic. How Rob paid such energy and love to every nuzzle, sniff and lick that by the end of it Simon was getting jealous over his own toes. And the thought crossed his mind, that should be him.
It was only this thought that he timidly pulled back and away from his friend, pulling his legs in closer and scooting back a couple of inches from the panting dog. Rob slurped over his muzzle, swallowed loudly and looked at him, ears drooping down.
"Ah, sorry about that. Been a while ya' know." He joked, teased and made a laughing matter of the subject that was turning the inside of those floppy ears a shade of maroon. Obviously he had been enjoying himself and the pitiful look in those eyes as those paws pulled away was clear enough to that.
"Yeah." Simon said. When had been the last time he or his paws been molested like that? He knew the latter was a first. A first time for many things it seemed. "So...paws, huh?" Simon tried to hold the nervous laugh back.
"I hope its not too weird." Rob said softly his voice almost a whine. He looked down cast at the floor between them though Simon was sure he was staring at his slobber covered toes. "It's just one thing though!" Rob said earnestly looking up, tail wagging. "I mean who has just that one thing, right?"
"Well yeah." Simon smiled at that face but faltered under those eyes. Such honest truthful eyes a dog had, it made him feel lousy. Honesty was a rare thing these days and dogs were just dripping of it; to the point of hurting themselves most the time. A very foolish quality the cat thought spitefully...he didn't hate the dog for it though. "I mean to each their own?" He shrugged trying to rationalize it. Not that he really minded either as bad as that sounded to himself.
"Yup," the dog almost barked happily but caught it in his throat. Swallowing it he grinned once more, tail wagging and scooted closer. "Ok, so what about you?"
"Me what?" Simon laughed as the dog took his paw once more but only began to rub and massage it with his fingers.
"Likes? Dislikes? Things that make your toes curl!" He chuckled with that friendly upbeat tone that could make anyone just relax and be themselves.
"I'm vanilla." Simon shruggged."
"Yum." Rob replied with a wink making the cat fold his ears back.
"I mean I like the general, average man things."
"Such as?" Rob pressed rolling his eyes a bit. If he had asked this question to any other dog they would be spilling their guts already on the matter.
"Like normal stuff!" Simon laughed feeling flustered under that unwavering gaze.
"Such as!" Rob gave him a playful shove and laughed unable to believe this cat was being such a prude on the matter.
"Like normal stuff," Simon kept his ears folded and glared at the dog. "Like anal and stuff."
"You don't talk about this much, huh?" Rob chuckled switching paws.
"Nope. Can't say I do. Most the people I hang out with aren't sex hounds."
"Sex hounds?" Rob rolled his eyes and let his paw going giving him some space.
"Yup. No tail lifters, ball sniffing sex hounds." Simon continued to tease making the dog frown.
"You don't see me like that do you?" Rob face fell once more, downcast at his own words.
"What? No, I was just fuckin' with you." Simon said moving over to give him a shove. He stopped and looking at his own hand. To willingly move towards a dog without a second thought was a first. "Just... messing with you, bud." He said clearing his throat and moving back a bit.
"Ok." Rob said back on top of the world. He was more fickle than a woman, Simon just frowned at him. "And what's wrong with ball sniffing!" He said with a playful growl getting a laugh from the cat that only made the dog's tail wag some more.
"You would like ball sniffing." Simon just smiled at the dog who fidgeted, clearly guilty of the crime. The large rottweiler flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders a couple of time. "Paw licking, ball sniffing, tail lifting sex hound."
"Whoa hey now!" Rob countered. "I don't lift my tail for just anybody. It might've been a while since..." He cleared his throat a bit. "But I'm not about to just ho myself out," he chuckled afterwards.
"While since what?" Simon said picking out the right words to make the dog feel self-conscious for a change.
"With somebody." Rob said dancing around the matter even to his own surprised. The large rottie wasn't even sure why he hadn't just said it.
"You 'n me both brother." Simon sighed his chest deflating. He rested back on his arms looking up at the roof, closing his eyes a bit before looking back down at the dog watching him. "I figured you and Duke were, you know." This was soon followed by a roll of his hand.
"Duke? He's straight." Rob answered confused by the accusation.
"Oh." Was the only reply the cat could give. The great dane had an odd habit then of grabbing his rear whenever Simon was bending over. The siamese wasn't even sure how the big dog could sneak up on him let alone always be there whenever he bent over to grab something.
"And no." Rob chuckled. "The other guys aren't interested or already getting some." His voice belayed his disappointment on the matter.
"Not interested?" Simon raised an eyebrow hard to believe but just shrugged it off. "I'm going to get some more coffee." He said nodding down at his nearly empty mug. The dog followed him out.
"What?" Rob asked as he slipped out of the room. "You interested?" He teased trying to walk at the cat's side but ended up just bumping into the wall.
"Watch the ego." Simon chuckled.
"You don't want to be crushed by a dogs ego?" Rob teased giving him a playful push from behind.
The Siamese turned around about to counter with a retort and was, once more, silenced by a wet tongue a crossed the side of his face. A good grope brought him back to reality.
Dodging the cat's quick swipe, Rob stole his mug and brought it over to be filled up. "Want some dog milk in your coffee?"
"Your horrible." Simon just laughed taking a seat at the counter. He watched the dog who seemed to be far more upbeat and lively than the cat could ever be this early in the morning. Simon needed at least three cups of coffee just to go to work. "I don't think you'd have enough to appease me." Simon continued along with the joke making the dog look back at him.
"Oh, I got more than enough." Rub just said, stubby tail wagging as he turned back to finish adding the sugar. "Black and sweet." He muttered to himself sliding Simon's cup back over to him. This was followed by a murring growl of enjoyment as he took a long sniff of the steaming cup of coffee. "Ah, so good. Almost as good as you."
"Thanks?" Simon just looked at the dog waiting for the punch line to follow before shaking his head. "I'll never understand you dogs."
"For?"
"Ball sniffing." Simon teased.
"Hey, if you had a snout like mine you wouldn't be saying such things!" Rob just smiled though looking at the cat. He leaned on the counter. "In fact I pity you." Simon just looked at him. "I can smell things you could only dream about." He added with a grin. Simon was a bit unnerved by the look he was giving him.
"What?" Simon asked narrowing his eyes.
"Well for starters, how excited you were moments ago." Rob grinned toothily as Simon folded his ears back. "Or when we were cuddling the first night." That stubby nub of a tail continued to wag as he recalled. "And getting a nose full of you is just..." He shrugged, clawing at the counter a bit with his dull claws. "Rawr."
"How big are you?" Simon asked abruptly with a straight face.
Rob blinked a few times before barking a laugh. "Well I've gotten no complaints." He shrugged though. "I've never been bored enough to measure." He stuck his tongue out. "Prah th's long." Rob said with his tongue sticking out.
Simon just shook his head once more. Rob slurped it back into his maw and grinned. "You?"
"Likewise." Simon said pointing at his tongue. "I'm that long."
"There IS an easy way to find out." Rob winked and licked over his nose with that tongue.
Simon just laughed in response and looked back at his glass. Was he so bored that he was about to take him up on his offer? It wasn't even noon yet and there wasn't a thing he could think of to do. And the thought of measuring himself with the dog was become more and more of a favorable task to past the time with.
If the Siamese cat was at home this time he'd be doing just what he was doing now. Sitting on his fat ass thinking about what to do. Maybe flipping through the channels or browsing the net until work. And since he wasn't able to even attend today, he wasn't sure what he would end up doing. Other than being bored.
"It'd be for science." Rob offered as if it were a reasonable excuse. "Science is gud. Science is. Im. Por. Tant." He went on in a silly manner, grinning afterwards and wagging his tail. "For science," he pressed a hand against his chest. "I am willing to make such sacrifices. For the greater good."
"For the greater good?"
"The greater good of my balls, yes." Rob nodded and a moment of silence fell in the quiet room. Before the two shared a laugh.
"So what's on the agenda?" Simon shrugged after taking another long sip of the bitter coffee.
"Well I figured we'd start off with a good paw massage, measure each other cocks, followed by some ball sniffing before I helped you with your blue balls." Rob said reading off a list from the top of his mind.
"MY blue balls?" Simon laughed at the last bit, rolling his eyes at the rest. "I think you're the one pining."
"Don't tell me my lovin' last night didn't leave you begging for more."
Simon just frowned.
"Your man handling you mean? You were the epitome of two evils, my...robust friend," Simon said thinking of the dog's half naked body once more. The taller male a crossed from him was the prime example of it.
"Explain." Rob said jabbing a finger at him and frowning.
"Excuse me?" Simon raised an eyebrow.
"You do that. You'll just say something and leave it open ended. Is that a compliment or an insult."
"Half the fun is having you decide." Simon shrugged but seeing the fidgeting dog trying to rack it over in his brain was more sad than amusing. "You were warm like a heated blanket." The cat clarified slowly even using his hands to trace things out for the seemingly dim-witted dog. "But you were also a man trap." He closed his hands together and chuckled. "Get too close and you'd spring shut around me. A cat needs some breathing room." He chuckled as the dog perked up a bit finding no fault with his snuggling methods.
"You said two evils though."
"Well you and the cold." Simon weighed them in hand not about to also mention the fact his raw sexual magnetism was indeed appealing and not just for that musky warmth. "It was a hard decision to make." He teased sticking the tip of his tongue out.
Rob leaned over and licked out at him causing the cat to retreat. "What?" Rob just wagged his tail. "I thought you were offering."
"Keep dreaming." Simon rolled his eyes but just as quickly Rob replied.
"I didn't have too." Simon eyes narrowed. "I found out with you between my legs, I'm not so much for wishful thinking." Rob just smiled that genuine smile that made the cat fold his ears back and lose his voice.
"W-well that was..." Simon stammered a bit racking his brain, hoping that the dog had been asleep and not aware of it.
"And you didn't mind the shower either." Rob pressed the issue making the cat fidget a bit. "So if nothing else you aren't intimidated by my raw sexual dog magnetism." He pressed a hand against his chest posing for the cat who just rolled his eyes, but watched from the corner of them.
Waves of muscle rippled throughout the dog's body underneath that thick winter coat of fur. Firm and unyielding that flexed at the cat's touch. A touch he craved to feel once more. In nothing but a pair of briefs that dog stood in himself a monument to dog hood. Strong broad shoulders, thick neck and large head with powerful legs and arms. Sporting a bulge that would make most men feel inferior in comparison and make certain cats claw at the very counter they were sitting at.
"Hah," Simon laughed a little too loud. "Like you'd have something...like that." He muttered the last part a bit looking away as those muddy pools drifted back towards him.
"Ok so even if I don't." Rob just shrugged as if admitting defeat, Simon wasn't falling for it. "A guy like me comes along one in a million. You can't tell me you wouldn't want a piece of him."
Simon wasn't sure if he was trying to show off, brag or flirt with him at this point. The feline just shrugged in reply without giving a response.
"Sausage?" Simon had to look back at the dog at that. Rob had a package of sausage links in his hand. "Bacon, some eggs for brunch?" Rob didn't wait for a reply this time and turned back around to fish everything else out tossing it blindly up onto the counter behind him. Simon had to quickly reach over and catch the eggs before they fell and broke anymore than they already were.
"Sure, why the hell not." Simon reply watching the dog bend over to grab the bacon package on the bottom shelf.
"Ok good, go into my bedroom get undressed and I'll be in there 'n five." Rob smiled as he turned back around, closing the fridge with his booty. "I'll give you some German sausage."
"I rather play with your toy." Simon chuckled thinking back to toy on the mantel piece in the room.
"You wouldn't mind using a toy I already had?" Rob raised a mahogany eyebrow at him showing him a rare toothy grin at the idea. "I could always help you with it."
"It's so big it requires two?"
"Mine is too." Rob said diverting the conversation back to his penis. Where it belonged. "And at least mine will tell you when it's done." He spoke with that deep husky voice as he began frying up a few eggs. "Plus you get to sniff the balls."
"You really won't drop this whole ball sniffing thing, huh?" Simon couldn't help the smile on his face thinking of them.
"Not until you smell for yourself." Rob licked the side of his muzzle adding in a few slices of bacon on the side. Each piece began to sizzle in its own fat, glistening in the dim light and filling the apartment with its drippings.
"If your balls smells half as good as that, you won't be able to tear my muzzle aware from 'em." Simon joked.
"Challenge accepted!" Rob hands clapped together and his tail wagged. "Wait until you smell the very core to all manliness."
"Which just so happens to be in your pants?"
"They had to put it somewhere?" Rob just shrugged. "I just signed for it."
"Seems like a reasonable place to keep it." The cat shrugged not pressing the issue.
Hash browns and toast were added in and soon enough food was dished out and the dog took a seat next to the cat at the makeshift counter.
"So picky." Rob muttered under his breath watching the cat neatly separate each thing from each other. His own plate was the opposite. Everything had just been dumped one on top of the other, mixing things up with his fork until every bite would contain a little bit of everything.
"Oscar." Simon said shaking his head as he took a bite of eggs. The reference was lost on the dog who looked as if a question mark was about to appear above his head.
Rob dismissed the comment as another one of those cat things and began shoveling food into his muzzle. Simon was already feeling tense with the dog sitting next to him those broad arms bumping into his own and the bad habit the dog had of trying to play footsie with him. To see that large muzzle inhale food like a vacuum made the cat lose his nerve.
Simon took his plate and headed into the living room using a poor excuse of wanting to see what was on the news. The dog clamped his muzzle shut, drooling as he watched the cat go. Scooping up his plate before following after the cat.
"Anything good on?" Rob asked slumping down next to the cat, who scooted away even as the couch dipped in from the dog's heavy weight.
Simon took a moment before looking at him. "It's the news." He said flatly. "It's never good."
A large polar bear appeared on the screen, behind him the map of the Unites States. He began rambling in a deep monotone voice that put everyone in the studio to sleep. "An the blizzard has settle down nicely over our homely little town. Heh. Heh. Heh." Even the sound of his laughter reminded them of the dry eyes guy.
"That was informative?" Simon asked unsure if it was or not.
"At least it hasn't gotten worse!" Rob shrugged always the half glass full type of dog. Like most dog, with the possible omission of the blood hound. That stubby tail was wagging again.
Simon was trying to focus on sports that had come on rather than the warm, heavy body sitting next to him. The very couch dipped in at his weight and the cat found himself wanting to move back towards that warmth. It wasn't freezing anymore but the cold air seemed to be pushing him towards that heated warmth only a foot away.
The channel flipped over and the cat just focused his attention on the dull screen before him. His fur stood up on his leg and arm closest to that body who just rested back, kicked his feet up and began devouring his breakfast once more. Simon soon followed suit landing on some rerun of a popular sitcom. His bare paws landed up on the cushion next to the dogs and with it, one of those mahogany paws began nuzzling against the cats dark brown. Even the cat's paws were small next to the dog.
Simon folded his ears back and just held the plate as he stared drone like at the tv his mind elsewhere. Even as Rob set his plate aside and scooted in closer, lifting up an arm and laying it down behind the cat's head. It slide down the back of the couch, his large hand holding his shoulder as the larger male sat close to his friend.
Rob nuzzled at his ear. "You going to finish that?"