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The Simple Things

Chapter Fifteen

By Roofles

While Richard might've been the one wasted last night, I was the one feeling it in the morning. The dog had been kind enough to get me something to drink and several things to take for it. I felt nothing but spite for the cheery, merry go lucky dog who was practically skipping around the room as I sulked in bed.

"My hands down, cure all, hang-over cure." Richard said gleefully as if he had never been crying on my chest just the night before. He shook up the cup, using a hand to keep it from spilling everywhere, and offered it to me. "Plug your nose and just chug it down. Trust me, I'm a doctor." And he gave a rather toothy grin at that. As I looked at that face he lifted his eyes brows several times until I gave in. Stupid, handsome dog...

"Fine!" I snatched the drink from his paws and winced a bit. It smelled of pepto bismol and was just as pink; I could see various pills floating in it and other things I chose to believe weren't funyuns. And holding my nose I drank as much and as fast as I could of it before gagging and nearly spilling it on myself. It tasted like expired baby formula.

Richard helped clean everything up after. Wiping down my chest a bit with a sponge; an the whole time I desperately tried not to picture him as some naughty nurse as he gave me a sponge bath. He tossed it aside rather unceremoniously after and then spooned back in close to me as he had been since I had woken up. "Just give it a little time to kick in." He said rubbing a hand over my fuzzy chest and scratching a nail down to my belly. "Go back to sleep," he encouraged having me lay back down on his arm, pulled me closer and then entangled our legs once more. I could hear his lumbered breaths and heavy heart beat as I rested against his broad chest. He shuddered happily as I was back in his greedy embrace and didn't show any signs of letting go any time soon. It was like being in a warm, fuzzy brown straight jacket. Richard gave me another hugging squeeze for good measure.

"I don't know how you don't feel anything from last night." I groaned against him. I knew he was smirking but couldn't see his face in the tangled mess of chocolate fur that was in mine, obstructing my view of the outside world. It was easier just to close my eyes and nuzzle against him than try to look elsewhere. Even with the lights out my eyes were too sensitive to deal with it.

"I'm used to it." Richard shrugged and rubbed at my back. He used his other paw to rub the belly he barely had. "I'm too fat to get drunk." He barked a laugh and I winced at the sound. He folded his ears and licked my forehead in apology.

"Yes, so fat." I rolled my eyes with a bit of a groan and tried to push the dog off me. He stayed where he was; the fat ass. "Need fresh air. Away from musky dog pit." I wrinkled my nose and turned away and only got a chuckle from the dog.

"You only need to relax. Feel better. And let Richard's wonder juice cure your hangover." I frowned at the name. "My musky body is just a plus." He growled playfully nosing at me and turning my head back towards him. I grumbled as I found my nose pressed back against him; Richard let out a victorious growl. "You like my body. Do what you want with my body," he turned his head away and whimpered softly. "Be gentle."

"You are such a dumbass." I muttered with a roll of the eyes. He continued to look away so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I bit his chest.

Richard yipped at that and looked down in surprised. Before I even could clear the blush from my cheeks or apologize he grinned widely, tail wagging with ears up.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." And Richard turned me onto my back, nosed down and bit playfully at me. I groaned a bit and pushed the dog away with a hand. Of course he just nuzzled into my palm affectionately as ever.

His fingers roamed over my nearly naked body, nails dragging along as they went. It made me shudder, shiver and form goosebumps in their wake. Richard could be such a tease sometimes, so delicate and careful. Like when he nipped at me, his teeth were a hairs breath away but he never bit unless he asked first. As I said he was a tease.

Warm breath washed over the nape of neck as he slowly lowered his muzzle down, brushing his cheek up against my own as his fingers held me tightly in their strong, unyielding grip.

"You smell amazing," he whispered. His words might as well have been warm honey as he licked down over the top of my chest and along my throat. His legs hugged mine tighter as he let out another slow, shaking breath.

"Well I'm not a musky mutt face." I chuckled a bit, when I found my own breath that is. Richard smirked a bit and brushed a hand on the other side of my face.

I opened my eyes to look directly into those warm, uncooked brownie eyes of his. His black lips tugged in that inviting smile and he just looked at me as if I were the only one in the world.

"I'm just teasing." He whispered softly and I couldn't help but smile back at that infectious look of his. Richard rubbed his thumb over my cheek and down along my jawline, back behind my ear and held my whole face in one paw as he leaned closer.

I can recall that moment perfectly. That morning, drunk breath of his. The way those warm, almost leathery paw pads felt on my cheek as he held me with such care I was sure he thought otherwise I'd break. The way his eyes fluttered shut and without even watching he pressed those warm velvety soft lips against mine; it was like tasting creamy chocolate. It electrified every one of my sense and even before he pressed into me, I groaned low and deep.

My arm moved on it's own to wrap around his strong neck and hug him, hold him and keep him close to me as I was the first of us to press back. I think he whimpered, it was hard to tell as he pushed back against me with such need that it put my own to shame. His body closed the respectable space he had given me and the, nearly, naked canine sealed himself against. Not a ray of light could be seen between us as we held each other in that moment.

We were gentle, caring and all we really did was pet one another. Wanting, needing to feel the other with our fingers and hands, our lips and breathe only of each other. Our legs fought trying to get the upper hand until finally Richard just growled and rolled partially over me and just used his weight to win the futile war I had been waging. I gladly conceded to him and didn't care how the flush filled my cheeks as I was over powered and forced to submit to this loving, caring man.

The morning pasted in much the same way. We would take turns on top, even saying that sounds funny. It was anything but. Richard spoke little during it letting himself be lost in it all. He showed what he didn't say, nuzzling and touching. Licking and kissing. Nosing at me and... he was so vocal, so loud without saying anything.

The way he moved, wagged his tail and how his ears danced as I spoke to him; pet his face and whispered sweet nothings that even I don't recall after I said them. He would smile and nose at me, his butt wiggled happily and I found he'd pet at me more with those greedy paws every time I made him happy like that. His face alone said a thousand words. Those eyes lightening up with I would say his name. He'd wrinkled his nose after sniffing at me and I'd laugh at the expression on his face. That seemed only to encourage him and, laughing, I had to push the dog away from sniffing at every inch of me. I didn't protest when he started licking however.

It was slathered, slobbered licks I assumed a dog would show. It was small, genuine, tender licks that showed, without words, how much he cared. It made me feel bad I didn't, or couldn't, show him the same kind of level of affection. I'd get a hair ball if I did. Richard didn't complain and, guiltily, I enjoyed being smothered with affection and pampered so.

Richard moved away only to pick up one of my feet and begin massaging, rubbing it without even being asked too. He used the palm of his hand for the heel to really work out the kinks in it. Rocking and rolling it back and forth and in every direction imaginable. Stretching the toes out and just saying nothing as he worked all the stress out of them.

This followed to the next one and it was much the same as the first.

Those fingers ran up my fuzzy legs and he kneaded and massaged as he went. Working on my thigh; it made me squirm.

"Richard," I protested still feel far hotter than I was. The whole thing left me with a bit of a fried brain and I wasn't thinking clearly. The chocolate labrador stopped and looked at me. "I didn't say stop." I muttered and if I had ears like his they'd have folded back submissively. He smiled.

"If you want me too, I will." Richard said in such a way you weren't able to say no. I'm glad he didn't use his power for evil or I'd be royally screwed; literally.

I nodded and he went back to work.

Kneading my whole thigh in those strong, yet supple fingers. It was like I was a sponge and those fingers were squeezing every ounce of stress I had out. Strong, semi-coarse paw pads scratched over my skin before rolling back and forth over them. I was like putty in his hands by the time he moved to my other thigh.

"You really are handsome." Richard said suddenly making my flush all the worse.

"Y-you are too." I found myself stuttering a bit, looking away and saying what my heart really felt.

He smiled at that. Something warm, genuine like he was. You couldn't fake a smile like that. An he said nothing else on the matter.

"You don't have to do this, you know." I tried to say after it was half way done and he rubbed his hands up over my chest, laying out over me and massaging my shoulders.

"I know." Was all Richard said on the matter. I wasn't sure if he or I was enjoying it more at this point. "Do you work out?" He asked as if just shooting the breeze; he continued to rub at my tight shoulder and bleed out the tension in them.

"A bit." I half-lied. It was hard not to tell him I was an astronaut; wanting to show off for him. To brag about myself. Try to make him want to look at me the way he was now. "Couple times a week." I went on sticking my foot in my mouth.

"It shows." He just said. I wasn't fat by any means, I was healthy too. I wasn't ripped like Max was or fit like Patch. I got a few extra pounds of donuts on me. And yet he didn't seem to mind at all. "Turn over," he muttered softly and yet it felt like a command I couldn't disobey. I did as I was told and he straddled my rear making me want to bite the pillow now in front of me. It smelled of him, which only made it worse.

Richard went to rubbing my back.

"I'm glad, you know." Richard said softly and it felt like he had breathed into my ear. Busy biting the pillow I couldn't be sure though. "You hung out with us the other night. It means a lot to me."

"I'm glad then too." I managed to say unable to look back at him; even if I could I wouldn't.

"Max seems to like you." I wasn't sure if he was teasing me now or not and didn't comment on it.

"Colby likes me." I laughed a bit before clenching my teeth as he really worked out that knot in my lower back. I groaned a bit and Richard stopped, as if just to listen to me, before going on.

"That would've been awkward." Richard chuckled and shook his head a bit.

It took me a moment before I could respond. "Why?" I asked without thinking much of it. Just hearing his voice was enough of a reason to continue this conversation.

"Well he's my ex." Richard just said rather bluntly. It took me a moment and then I sat up, Richard moved off to lay at my side again.

"You're ex?" I asked trying not to make my voice sound all squeaky like. I swallowed after and said it again, with a far deeper tone.

"Yup." Richard shrugged a shoulder. "We met online. Hung out and then when he needed a place he moved in. Didn't work out well so we just went back to being friends." I frowned a bit on this trying to registered it in my brain. And I was having such a good time minutes before.

"Oh." Was all I really said and looked away with a bit of a frown trying to recollect my thoughts from the euphoria that had washed over me.

"It just wasn't a match." Richard said mimicking me with a bit of a frown. "An once we broke up I couldn't kick him to the street or nothin'. I mean he doesn't even have a job." He said the last part with a bit of spite, to my surprised. "It used to be mine and his room." He went on looking around. "Max thought it best for them to switch. And well, now." He half shrugged. "It's like this"

"Ah." I nodded. "Ok." I said. "Right then." I muttered a bit finding myself moving over the side of the bed. I wasn't sure why I was bothered by it. I guess back where I came from hanging out with your ex was just...well was retarded as fuck really. It only caused drama and was a social fopa really. Yet, still, I wasn't sure why it bugged me so much. So I made an excuse of just "need to use restroom." And I jabbed a finger in the direction of it as if saying I needed too wasn't enough.

So of course I felt like an idiot as I washed my face off and looked at myself in the mirror.

Hey, I wasn't bad looking but still. Semi-short matty bed hair with a bit facial fuzz. I had softer features than I would like and my eyes didn't have that sparkle Richard's did. I was heavier than I liked but by no means was I fat or overweight. Just a few extra...holiday pounds was all. Still, I found myself leaning back against the door looking up towards the heavens. Why did I feel so bad? And I can't believe I'm still wearing Richard's collar... It was just such a fine piece of leather, the collar too.

I wasn't a perky, handsome husky was the problem? Well there was that yeah, true. Apparently Colby was good looking - even if he was a jobless bum, or for the most case. Freelancers could make decent money or nothing at all. Putting two and two together I could make out Colby was a bit of a freeloader. Still...

Was it because I wasn't a dog? The thought never occurred to me as I looked back at myself in the mirror. I frowned at the furless face that looked back. Why was I beating myself over this anyways? It wasn't like Richard hadn't seen anyone else before. Hell we weren't "seeing" each other in that way. Still having his ex around bothered the hell out of me, like an itch you couldn't scratch. Or punch.

Thankfully my stomach gurgled the next second due to the mad scientist drink Richard gave me and before I knew it I was throwing up last nights drinks one after the other. To Richard's credit, I did feel a hell of a lot better after.

There was a wrap on the door.

"You alright in there, hun?" Richard asked and I ignored the pet name he had given me thinking nothing more of it. Not wanting too deal with that in my current situation.

"Lovely." I replied trying to stifle a groan before washing my face off again.

"I got more love juice for you." Richard said talking about the concoction mixture he had made before.

"Get a room!" Max barked as he stomped past the bathroom. "And not on my part of the bed!" He growled loudly before vanishing into the living room.

I couldn't see Richard. He couldn't see me. Both we both shared an embarrassed laugh on the matter. I unlocked the door and scooted aside for Richard to join me. The dog was practically nosing at the door until it opened after all.

"Don't worry." Richard said with a wag, a wink and a smile. "I didn't see nothing so the magic," he gestured between the two of us. "Is still here."

"I still don't know how you didn't hurl your guts out this morning...or last night...or on the way back here." I scratched my chin a bit pondering it over.

"I did." Richard just said. So I looked at him. "This morning. I'm used to it; got up despite the hang over. Hurl until I could taste my own balls," an interesting picture that painted. "And then made a bucket worth of my wonder juice. Now I'm on top of the world; and by world I me your sweet ass."

"Who says I don't want to take a turn on top?" I asked looking at him. The look he gave me was one of pure shocked horror and distraught. "I'm kidding." I added and he slumped against the door, holding his chest.

"D-don't do that to me!" He panted loudly, swallowing loudly and then barking a loudly laugh. "I'm teasin'," he nosed at me. "If you wanted a turn on the Richard-go-round all you have to do is ask."

"Yeah. No. Not really." I muttered a bit. I gave a shrug at the cocked head, hooked eyebrow expression Richard gave me. I couldn't help but smile at it. That damn, adorable face of his. Handsome smuck. Or maybe I was the smuck. "I just..." I scratched the back of my head and looked down at the nearly naked dog. He was wearing a pair of briefs nearly identical to the ones I was wearing. "Haven't really..." I coughed a bit.

Fact of the matter was I had never seen Richard in his full glorious nude self, in the light of day or without my view obstructed by his glorious self. I might gone down on him just the other day; didn't mean I knew what I was dealing with. Ignorance is bliss. Richard had a few good inches on me as it was. Maybe I was just intimidated; be it dog's or just Richard himself he was a big boy...

And to think I had let him just top me.

I giggled a bit and Richard gave me that quizzical expression with a tilted head, lifted eyebrow. "You fucked my tail pipe." I said lewdly referring to something I had seen on the internet.

Richard blinked a few times, seemingly stunned by the randomness I was. Then cracked a smile and laughed along with me. "You just now realizing that?" He asked quirking an eyebrow as if unsure I was of sane mind.

"Yes. Somewhat." I shrugged. "It's easy to lose oneself around you." I admitted truthfully. "You're kind of...affectionate."

Richard gave a frown. "I never noticed." He said seriously then the corner of his lip twitched into a smile.

"And it's easy to...get sidetracked around you." I coughed a bit into my hand unsure how to phrase it.

"How so?" Richard just replied. Before I could answer he gave me a rather full hand-paw grope that, I swear, lifted me off the ground for half a second.

"My point exactly." I huffed, flushed in the face and giving the dog a good punch with my knuckle. He moved back with a chuckle rubbing at the spot.

"I couldn't resist." He stuck that abnormally long, large hot pink tongue at me. "What's your point anyways?"

"Well...I just mean this whole thing." I mumbled a bit unsure where I was going with this and getting even more embarrassed due to it.

I looked around the crummy bathroom we were in; with it's stack of dirty cloths, leaking faucet, grime covered tub and the very floor serving as a trashcan.

"This might not be the best place to talk about this."

"About what this?" Richard asked, his voice a bit low and his floppy ears folding back a bit. "Did I do something wrong?" And there was a whine to his tone that pulled at my very heart strings.

"No! No, no. You're fine. Really. It's me. Not you." And I nearly face palmed after I said it. I was really bad at this.

So of course, after that, Richard heart nearly sank and it showed on his face. His shoulders slumped and those jowls hung even lower as his chest deflated and eyes widened nearly three times there normal size. His bottom lip stuck out and I was sure his tail had snuck it's way between his legs. It was hard to look away from his face.

"Oh." Richard was the one to say and he turned away even before I managed to collect myself.

I still chased after him from the bathroom, down the hall and into the living room.

"Richard." I said now getting slightly angry he wouldn't at least stay to stick around; admittedly I was glad I was out of that bathroom. Rather use an outhouse than that.

"It's fine, really." He lied clearly not even looking at me. He stopped in the middle of the room rubbing his arm a bit. "I can take you home."

"I did bring my own car." I pointed out stupidly seemingly only making the matter worse. As if I had come over just to get in Richard's pants and then leave after. To be fair we had done it before. "Richard, come on. That's not what I had wanted to say. Let's just talk about it." I hated talking about it but I couldn't just let him assume things, even if it was easier too. Sometimes communication is key.

Unfortunately we weren't the only ones in the room. Max was lazing back in his propped up chair and had a cold one in his hand. He turned away from one tv, only to watch us. I was sure he was watching Soaps before this. And now he had a live show of one.

"What's goin' on?" He grunted.

"Nothing." I was about to say.

"Alex is leaving." Richard cut in I could get even a single word in.

"I didn't say that." I said more defensive than I meant too.

"So you'r breakin' up?" Max just said not even really as a question.

"We weren't together." I turned towards him and wanted to face palm again after I spoke. "It's true, Richard. We weren't." I said turning back to the chocolate labrador. "We never even...I mean it's only been a couple of days. Friends, hanging out."

"I know, I know." Richard said and chewed his lip a bit. Even if he faced me he didn't make eye contact. "It's just..."

"Just your so damn...damn...adorable!" I practically yelled the word. "And passionate and...and affectionate. It's hard to separate where the line is between...us." I looked away now. "I'm not breaking up with you as we were never something. I never said," I did turn back now. "That I wasn't your friend. Hell, you're like my best friend ever."

"Well then why didn't you say something about that!" Richard growled now getting angry but happy at my words, his tail had wagged and even if he was frowning at me I could see him panting happily.

"I am. Right now! I mean, fuck! Every time it's just us you go and...just...be you!" I fumbled with my words getting embarrassed about the show we were putting on. At least we got a chance to talk. "How can I talk clearly, truthfully when you're all touchy feeling in all the right ways."

"Kinky." Max butted in and we both turned towards him.

"Shut up." We said in unison before looking back at each other.

"I know I can be a bit...friendly." Richard said trying to reason now. He took a step forward. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Sooner as when? We've moved damn fast so far! I mean we haven't even really known each other a week yet. And like...look at us!" I laughed a bit. "Normal people don't do this. Ever." He folded his ears but held his tongue. "Honestly? Honestly I thought this was a simple greet and fuck an we'd never see each other again. Then you stayed around and invited me over and just...damn Richard, how the fuck did you manage to worm your way into being my best friend?" I half laughed at that and shook my head.

"I figured he'd say how you got into his pants." Max butted in and got ignored by both of us.

"So you're not mad about being here, with me?" Richard asked clearly the whole problem with this issue he was having. The canine already had self-esteem issues and I clearly wasn't helping with it. Still I wasn't sure how anyone couldn't see just how handsome and loveable he was.

"Yes. I am." I said bluntly and he blinked a few times. "I mean just you and me and this whole thing is so...big! I didn't want this or need it. I mean hell Rich," I muttered a bit looking away. "I can't be falling in love." I didn't even realized I said it until a half minute of silence after.

"What did you say?" Richard asked taken aback, I don't blame him.

"I meant to say like. I just like you...a lot. And that's a problem." I rolled my eyes, blushing and looking away. "I'm leaving in a couple of weeks, Richard. Don't forget that."

"I know." The chocolate labrador said grinning ear to ear and taking a step forward. I didn't meet his eyes. "An hey, I never said anything was forever or nothin'." He teased now taking another step and nosing down at me. I moved away a bit, blushing even further. I could feel his warm fingers rub over my bare chest and his other hand up my side. "It's just a little something...between us, is all." I could feel his hot breath wash over my face before I got a caring lick on my cheek.

"This isn't going to be easy is it." I found myself muttering a bit as his arm wrapped around my lower back and pulled me closer. He moved my head over a bit until I was facing him and waited for me to look into his eyes; those warm uncooked brownie eyes.

"It never is." He just said with a smile, a wag and those warm velvety lips pressed against mine.

"Gag. Puke. Boring! I wanted to see blood." Max booed at us. He tossed his empty can at us. I winced as it bounced off Richard's shoulder.

"Shut up, Max." Richard just growled never looking away from my eyes. They were hypnotizing and I couldn't look away from his either.

"How about I bring out the kitty pool, fill it with jello and you two wrestle it out." Max went on. That made both of us stop and look at him. He gave a crude grin and a bark of a laugh. I'd never figure that dog out. Or the one still holding me in his arms.