How It Goes - Part 12
#12 of How It Goes
I apologise for the delay in updating the story.
As an additional warning, I believe there will be an equally significant delay for the next part of the chapter.
This part is rather short comparatively. I do hope you will enjoy it, however.
Scott's phone rings in the living room. Theo huffs as he thrusts again into the warmth of Scott's muzzle, and with one hand he holds the wolf by the cheek and throat. Scott, laying on his back, wags and murrs loudly between each shove. The bear's grunts grow louder and faster, as does his fucking, until Scott starts to choke. He pulls out of the wolf's mouth and starts to stroke his member quickly. "I'm about to..."
Scott shifts to his side as he rubs his lips over the head of the bearcock's. He gets a thick wave of cum shot straight into the back of his throat. He slurps and gobbles down the length in response. Theo trembles and flops backwards, his dick quivering. He shoots all over Scott's face, until his cumming subsides, his member growing softer underneath the wolf's nursing.
"I would love a blowjob every morning," Theo groans. "You are so fucking good at it..."
Scott licks up the excess seed on the bear's balls. Theo sighs and croons, and his hands grasp after the wolf. When they find Scott, he pulls the wolf on top of him. He laps at his snout and lips, easing into a sloppy snog. Scott grinds his cock into the bear's belly, and he moans into the bear's muzzle. Theo's phone starts to ring in the living room.
"Fucking hell," Theo huffs. "Could the phones shut up?"
"We should mute them next time," Scott murmurs.
"Yeah..." Theo moans. "Thanks for letting me muzzlefuck you."
"Thanks for the mouthful," Scott replies in kind.
Theo grins as he pushes himself up. Scott scoots off of the bear, and they get out of bed.
"Travers," Theo says, checking his phone. "Should probably call him up right away..."
"Cecil sent me a text..." Scott replies.
"I'll take it in the bedroom." He kisses Scott on the nose. "Back in a sec."
Scott smiles and sits down with a huff. He reads the message.
Got a response from the DM of the roleplaying, asking if we want to meet him next Thursday at five o'clock. You in?
Yes, Scott types back.
Less than a minute later, Cecil replies Great.
Scott looks at the bedroom door, waiting for Theo to return. When he does come back, he looks a bit conflicted.
"Travers invited me to a party tonight."
Scott tilts his head. "Do you want to go?"
"A bit, but... I also want to spend the weekend with you. Unless you want to come to the party with me?"
"I'm guessing there'll be alcohol?"
"Yeah. And if I know some of the people right, they'll probably be fucking in cupboards too."
Scott looks bewildered. "How does that work."
"It doesn't. Usually ends with destroyed cupboards."
Scott snickers, before he shifts over to sombre. "I'm not fond of drinking. I mean, I get worried enough as is when Brian and Tom drink."
"Yeah..." Theo looks crestfallen.
Scott fidgets for a bit. "You should go, though. It's a birthday party, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Travers mentioned seven or so at his place... Might be I'm not home until like two or three o'clock."
Scott nods quietly. "Maybe it's best if I just stay home for the night and come back tomorrow."
"You could just stay here all evening, if you'd like?"
"Alone?"
"Of course. I trust you, Scott." Theo kisses him gently. "And it's not like I'm wanting for entertainment. I don't think you'll be bored. Hell, if you'd like you could invite someone over."
Scott nuzzles Theo's chin meekly.
"I should tell Travs I'm coming to the party, then." Theo gets up and grabs his phone again.
Scott leans into the couch as he watches the bear leave the room for a moment. The conversation he overhears is quick, and when Theo returns, he's all smiles. He nestles himself in the couch next to Scott, and he pulls the wolf up into his lap. He starts to nibble and lap at Scott's forehead. "Best wolf. My wolf."
Scott blushes and buries his face into Theo's neck. "My bear..."
The front door slams shut repeatedly, awkwardly followed by the sound of the front door being locked and unlocked. Scott groans and blinks, with a yawn in the back of his throat. He watches Theo's silhouette stumble into the room, and he can smell the alcohol on his breath as the bear crawls on top of Scott.
"My wolf," Theo murmurs, pressing his face into Scott's neck. He nuzzles and nibbles as he scrambles onto his side. Scott closes his eyes with a small sigh as Theo starts spooning him slowly. "Mrr...I love you, Scott."
Scott's ear twitches as he turns his face. Theo's eyes are halfway closed, and a small trail of drool coats Scott's cheek. Scott watches Theo until the bear collapses face-first into the scruff of Scott's neck. Snores fill the room, and with splayed ears Scott presses up against the bear's chest, quietly waiting for sleep.
"Will he know who we are?"
Scott glances around the street. They stand outside the comic shop, the afternoon sun warm, the wind mild.
"Do you see any other bunny-wolf couples around here?"
"No, I suppose not."
"Are you nervous?"
Scott fidgets. "What gave it away?"
Cecil grins. "Bax said he'd be here at five... how long 'til?"
As Scott checks his watch, a worn saloon stops right outside the comic shop. The driver's side window lowers. Behind the wheel sits a lion. "Hoy. You two the ones I'm looking for?"
"If you're Bax, then yes. Or somebody with a lot of money," Cecil grins. He glances at Scott, whose expression is well not chuffed. "Okay, fine, just me if you're loaded."
"Cecil and Scott, I take it? I'm Baxter, or Bax for short." He extends his hand out the window, and both bunny and wolf go introduce themselves. "I figure we could go get acquainted over a meal, if you're famished?"
"Sounds good to me," Cecil says; he glances at the wolf, who nods.
"Great. Let me park the car. There's this place about five minutes away from here."
"So you've never roleplayed before?"
The three of them get comfortable around a table.
"I've played some video game RPGs," Scott says uncertainly.
"Always The Elder Scrolls," Cecil nods. "But it's not really the same, is it?"
"Nah. Good games, mind." Bax unbuttons his shirt and ruffles his mane. Scott gazes as it stretches far past the lion's shoulder. "Regal, eh? Anyway, I'd say roleplaying is more like... well, imagine you're actors, and you're about to go film, but there's no script."
"Improv, then?" Cecil nods.
"Yeah. With rules, mind, but we're - that's to say, me and the other two - we're in it for the plot."
"What's it about?" Scott asks, taking his eyes off of the mane. "The plot, I mean?"
"Well, it's all in the World of Darkness, so it's basically our world, except more shite. All them urban legends are true, the bad guys win, the good guys die. You're normal everyday folks, and then suddenly you get involved in something way beyond you, and eventually you find the truth. That's where the game starts, at least."
"It starts when we find the truth?" Cecil asks, one brow raised.
"Ayep," Bax grins. "'Cause that's when you're magic."
Scott smiles. "I like the sound of that."
"Yeah, sounds interesting. What sort of characters should we play?"
"Normal folks, really." Bax grins. "Well, normal and normal. Someone you'd find in real life. Could be a drug addict. Or a doctor. Or a no-life basement dweller; a piano virtuoso; a painter; a student. Anything, really."
"What about species?"
"Well, no dragons," Bax hmms. "Brings me to another point, mind. There's a lot of themes and stuff in games like these. Sex, and death, and torture, and so on. 'Cause there's always the whole... would you be uncomfortable if we delved into that?"
"Depends on what," Cecil shrugs.
"Well, people die, so death happens. Some people are rather squeamish about sex as a theme."
"How graphic would it be?" Scott asks dubiously.
"Never beyond heavy suggestions and fade-to-blacks," Bax nods. "Tried heavy erotic once. It degenerated rather quickly."
Scott glances at Cecil, looking awkward.
"Anyway... you don't mind the whole death, murder, assassination thing, do you?"
"I don't mind," Scott shrugs. "If it's not too graphic."
"I guess I don't either," Cecil says, thoughtful. "It's fictional, isn't it. People are weird about it?"
"A fair few, yeah," Bax replies with a small smile.
"Sounds good," Cecil grins.
Bax runs a hand through his mane. "I'm glad you don't mind."
"Why would we mind?" Scott asks earnestly.
The lion smiles. "Needed to make sure, s'all."
Bax finishes off his chips as Cecil chomps down on his burger. Scott takes a sip from his soda, and he gazes out the window.
"You two a couple?" Bax asks, as he dips his chip into a pool of ketchup.
"No," Cecil replies meekly. "I wish, though."
"I'm with somebody else," Scott says with a small smile.
"He's a good guy," Cecil nods. "He makes Scott happy, that's for sure."
"You two old friends, then?"
"Barely two months now?"
"I think so," Scott nods. "You asked me out right after the holidays."
"Heh. I wouldn't have thought." Bax leans back. "How old are you two?"
"Eighteen."
"Ah, good. Only there tends to be a beer every now and then during playing." Bax scritches his own chin. "I'm twenty-four, by the way. Oscar's sixteen and Duke's twenty-two."
"Duke?" Cecil says with a grin. "Sounds pretentious."
"Oh, he will moan if you don't call him that. His name's actually Marmaduke."
Scott snorts, which quickly turns into a cough as he sprays soda from his nose over the table. Cecil starts to laugh, and Bax can't contain his chuckle.
"He's right embarrassed about it too."
"I think I'd be too," Cecil nods.
"What do you do, Bax?" Scott asks, wiping his nose.
"I'm a web developer. Freelance. I presume you two're students?"
"Yep. A levels," Cecil nods. "That's how we met."
"History and geography," Scott adds.
"What're your plans for college, then?"
"Thinking of dance," Cecil hums. "Dance or ICT."
"I'm not sure," Scott says uncertainly, and he glances at the bunny. "Considered psychology, but..."
"You'd be good at it," Cecil beams. Scott splays his ears.
"Dance and psych, huh," Bax nods. "I like it."
Cecil checks the time. "Almost eight o'clock..."
"Oh shite, really? Promised I'd be home at eight." Bax rises from his chair, and he almost kicks it over. "Do either of you need a lift home?"
"I live only a couple of streets away, I'll be fine," Cecil says nonchalantly.
"What about you, Scott?"
"I live in Bainton Road. I can take a bus home, don't worry about it."
"Right, thanks. When we start playing, I'll drive you home if you ever need it." Bax puts on his jacket. "If you still want to play?"
"Yup," Cecil smiles.
"Yeah, I'd like to," Scott replies as he finds his wallet. "The meal's on me, you get home on time."
"I couldn't-"
"Meal's on me," Scott repeats.
"If you insist. Thanks." Bax grins. "I'll send you an email. Talk to you two later."
Cecil gets up and stretches his feet. "Kind of you to treat him."
"I can count the times I've had to pay for my own meal or drink in the last year on one hand," Scott says quietly.
"I can see that." Cecil puts on his own jacket. "So are you treating me too?"
"Only if you give me a muzzlerub."
"You slut," Cecil grins, and he rubs Scott's cheek. Scott murrs in response, and sighs in contentment.
"You don't have to walk me to the bus stop," Scott mutters. The sky is painted red and purple in the evening sun, and frost is on Scott and Cecil's breath.
"Don't worry about it," Cecil smiles, a bounce in his step. They turn a corner, and head down through the empty street. They reach the empty bus shelter, and they sit down quietly.
"Um," Cecil mumbles. Scott looks up at him.
"Muh?"
"Be honest with me, Scott..." Cecil gazes into the wolf's eyes. "Would I ever have had a chance with you?"
Scott hesitates for a bit.
"Maybe if I wasn't with Theo when you asked me out? But it's not about maybes..." Scott looks down, his ears splayed. "You're wonderful. You make me laugh. You make me happy. You're weird and cheerful. I like you, but not... not as more than a friend. I don't feel that way about you. I don't get why I don't feel anything. "
"Oh...Oh well..." Cecil says sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I asked, didn't I?"
Scott looks up. His voice is a squeak. "I don't want things to change between us."
"Me neither."
There's a groan from an engine somewhere up the street.
"That's probably your bus," Cecil says wistfully. He rises and walks to the edge of the pavement. Scott joins him and they watch as the bus comes closer.
"Muzzlerub?" Scott whimpers.
Cecil looks over at him with sombre eyes. He cups Scott's muzzle, and rubs his cheek softly. "Of course."
Scott sighs and presses his head into the bunny's hand. The bus stops next to them, and Cecil lets go.
"I'll talk to you later."
Scott looks at Cecil. There's a call from inside the bus. Scott looks at Cecil as he prepares to leave. "Wait..."
Scott moves towards the bunny and embraces him on the spot. With a meep Cecil looks startled, before he eases into the wolf. Gently, he hugs him back. After a while they both let go, and Cecil murmurs, "Thanks..."
"I'll talk to you later," Scott waves with half a smile. He hurries into the bus, where the driver looks disgruntled. Apologetic, he buys a ticket and finds a window seat - doing his best to watch Cecil as the bus drives away.