Never Been to Me
#62 of Hockey Hunk Season 5
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Hello, folks, and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! It's Friday, and in the microcosm of the story, the party is still raging on...I wonder if there's something else of raging variety going on...well, that is a curious question indeed! And the best way to find an answer to it is to read on through this latest chapter of my...perennial...furry soap opera! Thank you for all your comments, your feedback is always much appreciated.
Again, my thanks go to Hammerfist who knows a lot about craft beer! :P
Have a fun read!
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"...say my name...sun shines through the rain..."
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Rory
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I couldn't do anything but stare. That really was Peter with his tail swinging and swooning in the arms of The Cobb, while Nicholas and Demetrius stared with eyes wide open, almost forgetting that they were supposed to be dancing, too.
I looked at Victor, who seemed that he might just about faint.
"Should we...should we rescue your brother, or something?" I whispered to him.
He looked at me and shook his head.
"I don't know what's going on anymore," he said, "I'll let him face the consequences. But if he starts doing anything bad I'll smack him over the head with this."
He lifted up his cartoonish beer bottle before taking a deep swig, which didn't seem like such a bad idea, even though that same act had probably led to what was taking place on the makeshift dance floor.
"Does your brother know what he's doing?" I asked.
"Does your friend?" Victor hissed, post-beer.
Peter
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The soulful drunken pools that were the deep mirrors into the soul of this mysterious creature Jacob Holden stared down to me while we swayed slowly, or more like, he moved his footpaws back and forth in place and I tried to follow without getting stamped.
"Not so bad is it, Jacob?" I murmured.
He chortled a big beer-scented, damp breath over my face, which was quite unpleasant, but I persevered. I'd use a good amount of paw sanitizer later on. And a full-body scrub. And maybe some post-exposure prophylactic drug therapy...hmm...
"Uhmm..." he muttered something.
"I think your dance card will be full from now on, Jacob," I said.
COBB
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What the hell's a dance card?
Tate
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Well, that settled it at least. Nobody could look that uncomfortable while dancing with a man and be gay. Not even if you were a terrible dancer, or a one-legged dancer, as would be my case. Forget the fucking outfits, those queens, the excessive alcohol and the ridiculous effort to try to make me feel...welcome, while actually making me wonder what the hell I was doing here? If everything and everyone acted like this in this city...how the hell did this...how the hell could this work out?
I took a bitter sip from my beer and grimaced when it went down my throat. The Doberman looked confused still, but seemed to be under the cougar's spell. That slimy creature. And I thought while talking with him that he'd actually been trying to make some real effort to make me not feel like a sore thumb. And now he was doing stuff to Cobb...who was obviously not liking it...and those goddamn queers were staring and probably thinking they wanted next dibs, and what did Victor and his boyfriend do? Not a fucking thing.
Fantastic. What a fantastic fucking idiocy and a poor fucking fag -
Peter
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The song ended all too soon. I removed my paws from Jacob Holden's person, and smiled.
"That was lovely, Jacob, thank you," I told him with a tilt of my head. "You should practice that swing of yours."
"Bravo, bravo!" Nicholas was clapping his paws together and leering. That otter looked like he had a cock around his lips or something, he was that happy.
"Ughh..." the Doberman said.
"...hey lady...you lady...cursing at your life..."
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"I don't suppose you want another dance?" I purred.
The Cobb, as Rory called him, blinked, and stuttered backwards.
"I think I need to check the meringues!" the Doberman spluttered before making his heavy way towards the kitchen.
Dat ass...
Nicholas
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"What a shame," I shook my head, "I would've loved the next dance."
"Don't worry, kitten," Demetrius chuckled, "I shall be your discontented mother..."
I waved my boa at him and offered my paw with a smile.
"And I shall be your regimented wife," I purred.
Tate
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" ...but I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you..."
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And there were the queens again getting smoochy on the floor while the music got even more queer and...well, even I knew that it was a gay song. Even I did know that much. Obviously Cobb did too. I watched him go across the room and over to the kitchen where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, taking deep breaths it seemed, as if he'd just had a run, not just danced for a bit with a dude.
The cougar was approaching, too, looking awfully smug and fucking happy with himself. I didn't really want him sitting here again but who was I to stop him?
Peter
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I sat down to my seat on the table and gave the surly fox a little smile as I dug out my bottle of paw sanitizer from my pocket and squirted a good amount of the rubbing alcohol-scented stuff onto my palm. I put the bottle down to the table and began to scrub.
"He's a bit sweaty," I commented.
The fox stared at me.
"He's also really drunk," I said, "those beers seem to be much stronger than I thought."
Still more staring.
"Have you heard the old joke that the difference between heterosexuality and bisexuality is two beers or something of the sort thereof?" I stated.
He did not look amused.
"Well, doesn't seem to apply here," I mused as I crossed my fingers together and kneaded the cold stuff straight down to my skin.
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