A Few Too Many
"All I want to do Is trade this life for something newHolding on to what I haven't gotI'm holding on to what I haven't gotI'm holding on to what I haven't got"Blake held his chin up high, grinning while singing along with Chester Bennington in Waiting For The End, by Linkin Park. "Okay, so you're an athlete, you have perfect grades, you speak French, and now you sing?" I laughed as the song ended. "What can you not do?" "Well I can't fly." He offered. "Most people can't." I said back. "Then besides that, I guess I can do anything." He teased. "You cocky bastard." I punched his arm playfully. "Are we almost there?" "We should be there in a minute or two, yeah." He answered, staring through the windshield. We were in the more industrial area of the city, surrounded by tall skyscrapers and factories, but not as many pedestrians as one would find in the commercial district. "What are we doing here anyways?" I glanced at the various buildings. "You'll see." He smirked, leading me on further.I sighed. "You are such a tease.""Only for you." I simply smirked in response, staring out the window, hiding my reddened cheeks. I felt the car slow to a stop, and Blake turned the engine off. I stepped out of the car, onto a gravel parking lot. "This is the place?" I asked, staring up at a massive factory, the large concrete wall riddled with cracks and spots of mold. There was no lights on in the parking lot, or inside the building. There were a few other cars parked, completely silent and empty. "Well, not exactly here." He gestured to the parking lot. "It's on the inside." He smirked."Obviously, you dork." I laughed. I followed Blake as we pushed through the large rusty steel doors. It was nearly pitch black, with only a small bit of the setting sun's light coming through a series of small, filthy windows. "Hope you're not scared of the dark." Blake teased. "You wish." I snapped back."Of course I do. Then you'd be clinging to my side, relying on your knight in shining armor to protect you from the monsters." "Whatever." I chuckled, as there was a small click and Blake lifted up a flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, the ring of light gliding over large rusted silos, conveyer belts, and other pieces of factory equipment I couldn't make out. "What is this place?" I asked, as Blake handed me my own flashlight. "I dunno." Blake shrugged. "Me and the guys heard it was abandoned and like to hang out here every once in awhile." I approached a conveyer belt, pointing my light at it, looking at the mismatched parts and pieces lying on it, covered in a thick layer of dust. "I think these are like, car parts or something." I announced, but received no reply. I turned around, my flashlight moving back
and forth over the factory. "Blake?" I stepped forward, moving around a large shelf, cautiously. "Hello?" "Boo!" A pair of hands gripped my shoulders, yanking me back against something warm and firm. "Agh!" I tore myself from it's grasp, falling to the floor, rolling onto my back to look up at the larger wolf.Blake stood over me, hunched over, his hands on his knees as he laughed. "You asshole!" I tried to calm my shaking hands. He spoke between each cackle. "I-Ahaha- I'm sorry, you were just- haha- so asking for it! Y-you so should've seen your face!" He leaned his head back, sighing happily. "Alright, let's go." He grinned, reaching his hand out, which I took and he pulled me back up to my feet. Blake pulled open another set of doors, revealing a stairwell. "The guys are up on the 4th floor." He held the door for me, and we quickly made our way up the stairs, and after several flights, we reached a steel door, with one single narrow window in it. Light poured through, making a small square of light on the wall opposite to it. Blake opened it up, and we entered. The lights were all on, and there was even a TV in one corner, with two foxes engaged in battle, playing a 1st person shooter. There was also a ping-pong table just off to the side, where a german shepherd and a wolfox were both shuffling side to side, in a very vigorous looking game. In the center of the room, were several large, plush, multicolored beanbags, arranged in a circle around a circular glass coffee table. In each of the beanbags sat a tiger, a panther, and two familiar faces, Kyzie and Amedeo. Kyzie sat slouched back, with a bottle in his hand, and Amedeo laid in a larger beanbag, a strangely colored husky sitting in his lap and nuzzling him, the two oblivious to their surroundings. "Terryn!" Kyzie exclaimed, holding out the second syllable. "Wuzzup man?" He slurred. "Hey Kyzie." I said back, turning to Blake and whispering. "Is he drunk?" "Probably." Blake smirked and gestured to the small cooler holding various bottles of alcohol. "Oh boy." I quietly sighed."You wan somethin to drink man?" He stumbled over each word. "Y'know what, here ya go." He handed me a bottle of beer, before stumbling back to his seat. I looked down at it awkwardly, not sure if I wanted to get drunk. I shrugged, popping the cap off and taking a small sip. The beer tasted cheap, but I didn't mind. A drink is a drink, right?"Look at you being adventurous, Freshie." Blake grinned. "Oh hush." I scoffed. "I'm just thirsty." "Whatever you say." He teased, opening his own bottle. "Shouldn't you stay sober? You have to drive us home, don't you?" I raised my brow. "Nah, I'll call a taxi and get my car in the morning. Can't let you have all the fun." He chuckled. I took another swig of my beer. "So what now?" I asked. "We have fun, or course."Later that
night, after several games of ping-pong, violent 1st-Person-shooters, and probably a few more beers than I should've had, my new friends began to depart. "See ya Blake." The german shepherd, Garrex, waved over his shoulder. "You too Terryn." He looked back at me, grinning and winking. "You guys have a good night." He waved back. "Ohoho, we will." Garrex laughed, holding Kyzie to his side with one arm, while Darryl, the tiger, stood on his other side; sandwiching the lavender wolf between their larger bodies. The two foxes, Shawn and Colin, left hand in hand; giggling back and forth between each other. Next went the wolfox, Pierce, and the panther, Xion; both talking back and forth and grinning widely. Blake and I turned over our shoulder to see Amedeo and the husky still in the beanbags, the bandiyote now straddling the mewling and giggling husky's waist, pinning his wrists to the chair on either side of his head with his face buried in the canine's neck, where he licked and nibbled. "Get a room you two!" Blake teased, watching the pair together. "We already have, now get out." He turned and spat back, smirking before leaning back down and returning to his task of teasing the male below him. With a chuckle, Blake and I began to make our way out of the factory. We both laughed and conversed on our way out, until we were standing on the side of the street outside the factory's parking lot. Blake hailed a Taxi, and both of us climbed in, Blake giving the driver his address. We both sat in silence for a moment. The entire time, the sight of the two males at play back in the factory played through my mind over and over again. I couldn't help but envy them. "Hey Blake?" I turned, smirking at him."Yeah, Freshie?" He grinned back. "What is-" I cut him off, leaning forward and pressing my muzzle against his, holding the back of his neck. We both groped at each other, moaning into the other's mouths. "Aw come on, again?!" The taxi driver griped, rolling up the small window between him and the backseat. Blake and I ignored him, and he slid his hand up under my shirt, running his fingers through my chest's fur. I shuddered, using both of my paws to grope at his chest, feeling each muscle through the hoodie. We both occasionally pulled away from each other's mouths, panting heavily, before returning to each other. We suddenly felt the taxi slow to a stop. "Get out!" The driver ordered gruffly. We broke apart, grinning and stepping out of the car. Blake dug in his pocket for a moment, handing a few dollars to the driver's outstretched paw, which he snatched away before speeding off. I didn't even have a moment to take in Blake's house, as his arms were once again around me, and he half led, half carried me up the steps, onto the porch, and into his house, the door shutting quietly behind us. The house was dark and quiet, not
that I was paying much attention to it. We went up another set of stairs, and before I knew it I was being pushed down onto a bed, on my back. I looked up to see him throw his hoodie onto the floor, and yank his shirt off. I stared up at his chest, his chiseled abs, large pecs, the little tuft of fur that hung between them. I licked my lips, hoping I wasn't drooling. The wolf then climbed over my body, grabbing my hoodie and lifting it up and over my head, and my shirt followed. He rubbed my toned chest with one of his large paws, and I nearly yelped when he pushed his muzzle against my throat, his tongue lapping at my collarbone, the occasional gentle bite making me squirm. When he stopped, I nearly whined. He held my necklace in one paw, looking over the ring. "Here." I reached back, untying the knot at the back of my neck, pulling the necklace off and setting it on the nightstand by his bed. He resumed his task, one hand holding himself up, the other sliding up and down my side. In return, one of my arms was wrapped around his neck, the other against his chest, groping at his muscles. Suddenly Blake pulled away, hesitating and staring at the floor. "Hey." I looked up at him, confused. "What is it?" "We should stop." He said flatly, not meeting my eyes. "What? No, it's fine, let's keep going!" The alcohol replied. "No seriously." He turned to me, his eyes locking with mine. "You're drunk right now, you wouldn't be doing this if you were sober." I stared at the bed, closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead."I... If you say so." I felt my ears flatten with embarrassment. "Hey." Blake used a hand to lift my chin back up, so that I looked back at his violet eyes. "That doesn't mean we can't enjoy each others company." He lightly kissed my muzzle, and then we laid back in the bed, both of us lying on our sides and facing each other, his arms wrapped around me and holding me against him. "I'm glad I'm getting to do this with you." He whispered, smiling and I felt one of his paws rubbing through my hair. I simply giggled in response, leaning forward and burying my face in his neck. We both laid there together in silence, until we both fell asleep in each other's embrace. Please comment, rate, fav, or subscribe guys. My prime motivation to write is based off my viewer's feedback.