Surviving Solitude Part 5
The cool, morning air burned my black, wet nose each time I breathed. A warm back from Chase's chest made me cozy enough to fall back to sleep. I smiled, happy to have someone who cared about me. The only thing is, that I'm not gay. I know Chase is by the way he always looks down when he talks to me, or how he's all flushed when he talks to me. However, I don't want to be rude to him. Also, I like the cuddles I get, makes me feel loved. Since my leg was very sore from the accident yesterday, and not to wake this slobbery dog, I slowly got up to limp to the bathroom. As I slowly rose, the bed made a moan, which in turn made Chase softly groan, and my body froze. My chest ached and my hairs stood on end. Looking over my shoulder, he was sound asleep and facing away from me. Good, half way there. The walk to the bathroom wasn't too bad, just that the door squealed a bit.
Upon exiting the bathroom, I looked to the left and wondered if the sleeping husky was still in loopy-land. I decided I'd go in Grant's room, since I've never been in there. To my surprise, the room was very neat. A bed went along the back wall, with two pillows, a teal comforter, and two night tables on either side. There was a dresser and a desk opposite of the door had a small stack of books, some pens, and a lamp. As I walked deeper into his den, Grant's lion smell hit me. It brung lots of good memories back, like when the lion cut himself while shaving, I went to tend to it. You could say out of the five of us, I was the person anyone could go to if they needed me. On the bed was a journal of some sort. It read:
"The Farmer and his Crops
There once was a farmer who owned a farm of carrots. Each year, he would sell his crops to pay off his taxes. One day, while he was asleep, a rabbit came by and ate his carrots. The next day when he had to pay his taxes, he couldn't sell his crop. The only thing he had left of value was his home. So, he sold his home for some coin, and went the rest of his life without a place to bask in his once joyous life."
Odd little thing he wrote. Still sleepy myself, I crawled into his bed, which smelt amazing, and fell asleep again.
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"Wake up." Said Nate like a mother would to a child on a special occasion. One hand was gently rocking me to consciousness, while the other's thumb softly stroked my cheek. I opened my eyes to a smiling ram, his eyes gaily glistened in the late morning. His presence alone could make me smile. He was all I had left on our expedition.
"No" I whined lazily.
"Yes!" He mimicked back. I shot him a look of annoyance, and curled back up into a ball.
"If you don't get up, I'll make you get up." He threatened. I kinda wanted to see what he would do, maybe something dirty out in the meadow. With my eyes closed, I felt his body lay on mine from toe to head. He was so cuddly, I could be in this position all day. The ram's arms slipped under mine and held my shoulders. His cheek rubbed against mine while his hands massaged me.
"You like this, don't you?" He whispered, a leg climbing up to my waist. Then his silky hands slid down my shirt, and went under to reveal my stomach. A hand scratched my belly while the other rummaged at my chest. This feeling made my back arch and my head to crinkle back. Those black lips planted soft kisses and nips along my neck, making me moan out loud. I haven't had any sensual pleasure in over three years, and now that I am, I've submitted myself to his will; he is my master.
"It's getting hot," Nate said in a sexy tone, "why don't we remove some layers." He got up and took off his red windbreaker, revealing his toned body glowing in the sun. I reached my hands out to touch him, when he guided them to his bulging pecs. They were so squishy and soft that marshmallows couldn't even top it. His abs were ok, but it's better than my belly. I pulled of my jacket and muscle shirt. Just as I lifted the hem over my head, Nate's lips embraced mine. Our bodies merging together by the arms wrapped around one another. When we kissed, time seemed to slow down for me to capture every feeling of his mouth. The way his tongue circled mine, and how those lips contracted as we pulled for air.
"I need more," I begged with a gasp for air, "I need it now!" Just like that, I pinned him on the ground, and took off his pants. With a surge of renewed strength, I pushed our bodies over so that I was on top. My lips craved his delicious mouth, and died for his desert. As I bent down for a bite, something caught his eyes.
His eyes were filled with lust one second, then with fear the next as it whipped to my left. I gasped for we were unprepared, and I scared half to death. A runner was running at us with great speed, surely it was our time to face Aiden's fate. By God's mercy, the thing was shot in the head, collapsing roughly a meter away from us. We turned to see our savior, only to be a kid. What surprised is more is that this young goat looked almost identical to the one we killed back home.
"Ya'll ok?" He asked. We replied with a hesitant nod. He smiled and offered a hand out to us.
"Name's Marvin. N' ya'll er?" Said the goat so gaily, I pondered at why he wasn't scared of those things. He would probably be a snack to them!
"Grant," I said, pointing at my chest, then at Nate, " and Nate."
"Nice ta meet cha sirs." He said with a toothy grin, extending his free hand to us. "Mama's fixin' up some fixins over yonder at muh daddy's place. He got some cows'n stuff. Couple chickens, too. Ya'll wanna stay fer supper?" Man could this kid talk on and on.
"Sure. We are starving, right, Grant?" Asked Nate. I nodded, my eyes fixed on a figure out by the town, waving something to signal Marvin's return, and our arrival.