FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Forgetting your meds was like forgetting your wallet if you were Reid Travis.

Cortisol had asked Epinephrine to dance, and they were cutting a rug all over the cattle dog's body. Alcohol would be good. Benzodiazepines would be better. Both at once would be preferable, but he wanted to stay awake during his first real date with the dreamy Aiden O'Flynn.

It had barely been a week. Weak willed and going for broke, Reid had called the lab for a friendly chat and once the conversation had been steered in the direction of a date, it was too late to turn back.

He couldn't see any harm in it. Days' worth of text messages had built up to this and he found himself smiling every time he felt that phone buzz in his hip pocket. Eventually, he had to turn it off in order to get anything done, like work on his crush's car. When no one was looking, he would sit in the driver's seat just to bask in the lab's scent.

Now outside the front door of Aiden's modest townhome, Reid fought to keep his blood pressure in check, taking deep breaths and thinking happy thoughts. He'd worn the best clothes he owned; jeans without stains, a collared shirt, and a navy blue blazer he hadn't worn in over a decade.

He knocked on the door, and seconds later, footsteps could be heard. Fight or flight kicked in. The lock tumbled. Reid swallowed. The dark walnut door swung open, and the lab beamed at his date.

"Hey! Come on in, I'm just finishing getting ready. Make yourself at home."

Aiden wore his single-breasted navy suit in the manner one might expect of a modern-day legal assistant - business professionalism with just a dash of avant-garde in the form of peaked lapels and a rather loud orange necktie over a modestly patterned white check shirt. He disappeared into a nearby room, and Reid stood rooted to the spot, looking around the smallish domicile.

Aiden appeared to do pretty well for himself. Everything inside appeared as though it belonged in a house ten times its size, and price to boot. Granite countertops in the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances. Leather couches, and an immodestly-sized TV filled the small living room with a manly décor.

"Sorry about the wait. You look really nice."

"Thanks. I hope I'm not underdressed for the scene."

"Don't worry about it, if anything, I'm overdressed. Force of habit, though."

Reid chuckled, and they shared a kiss.

"I think you'll like this place, we had our Christmas party there last year. The firm's owner bought three bottles of this wine; I think it was 1500 a bottle. Some of the best I've ever had though."

"Must be nice." Reid said, recalling the last Christmas party Doghouse hosted - at an Irish pub. He sank into the driver's seat of his Mustang and realized he hadn't thought to open the door for his date, but Aiden didn't seem like the type to expect such a gesture anyway. There would be plenty of opportunities for the ones that he would.

They set course for the restaurant, a four star establishment that was well-known in the area for steak and seafood of incomparable quality.

Well, it was well-known in the area.

"Health code violation?" Aiden read aloud, staring incredulously at the notice posted on the darkened door of Firenze's Steakhouse. His floppy ears drooped lower with a palpable disappointment, which Reid quietly found adorable.

"I'm sure there are other places around here that are just as good." Reid suggested, walking with Aiden back to the car.

"Well, it's Saturday night. Any place like this is going to be a two-hour wait."

"It doesn't have to be this nice." Reid shrugged. "I'm not worried about where we eat, as long as I can eat with you."

Aiden smiled.

"You're a sweet guy, Reid."

"Ahh..."

Aiden grinned, reached up, and took off his tie.

***

"So how long have you been tuning cars for?" Aiden asked through a mouthful of waffle. They stuck out like a sore thumb, but they didn't care. After some deliberation in the car, they'd come to the rather enthusiastic agreement that there was no such thing as an inappropriate time of day to eat at Waffle House.

"Since I was a teenager." Reid started, "I never knew my biological father, but the closest person I had to one was Mr. Wojtkiewicz. Worked for Chevy for fifty years. He'd work on cars as a hobby, if anyone in the neighborhood needed something fixed on theirs, he'd do it for free. I guess you gotta have something to do at ninety-one, right?"

Aiden smiled. Reid continued.

"My Mom never knew about it, but I'd walk over there and he'd hand me a beer and we'd rebuild an engine together. God, I must have been thirteen or fourteen at the time."

They shared a laugh as the waitress came by and refilled their drinks.

"Funny thing was, he's the one who taught me all of the things my Mom wouldn't have wanted me to know about. Used to tell me stories about Filipino whores, and shooting 'krauts' over in Germany during World War II; all kinds of crazy shit. In retrospect, I'm sure some of it was made up, but it didn't matter to me then. Kids have it easy these days, with the internet and all."

"Yeah. Sounds like you had a pretty interesting childhood."

"I've got my fair share of stories, yeah. Some of which I'd prefer to forget. So what made you decide to go into law? It can't be solely because you look this good in a suit!"

Aiden blushed in lieu of his date's compliment, but not in a swooning way. It almost seemed as though he wanted to avoid the question, but Reid let him answer nonetheless.

"I just started researching it, and I got into it. It clicked with me naturally, you know? I have a pretty good understanding of the inner works of the justice system, and I decided I wanted to be a part of it. I think it's just something I was fascinated by."

"You don't always know why you want to do what you want to do. It's a vocation, right? It's just in you. Consider yourself lucky, some people go through life hopping from one job to another, or working a job they hate until they retire."

"I'll drink to that." Aiden said, sipping at his tea. Me too, Reid thought, and making sure no one was looking, he removed his glass from the table and upended the contents of a pocket flask into it.

"So, you want to be a prosecutor, or a defense attorney, or...?"

"I'd like to be an appellate attorney."

Reid nodded.

"I'd like to help out the guys who are already in because of the prosecutors. Some guys don't deserve to be there. There are plenty of people in prison right now who have long paid for what they've done; they're a victim of an unjust sentence. I feel like I might be able to make a difference in a flawed justice system."

"Flawed how?"

"Well, think about it. What is a judge, beneath the black robes?"

Reid stared.

"The same as any of us, right? Sure, they may have risen to their position through election or appointment, but the fact is that underneath it all, they're tethered to their own beliefs and tenets, just like us. What I'm saying is that no judge has the ability to be completely impartial. There are people serving sentences for crimes - victimless crimes even - simply because either the defense didn't make a good enough case, or the defendant was just found to be repellent in his or her own right. Either way, they're having their lives ruined by some yahoo with a gavel. Those are the people I want to help."

"You believe in street justice?"

Aiden appeared to think for a moment.

"I believe in a person's right to defend themselves from a murderer or rapist. Personally, I think people like them should wind up on a morgue slab, not on the stand."

"What'd that cat do?" Reid asked. Aiden froze, plaintive, and looked down at his hands.

"I'm not...calling you out or anything, it's just that...the other day, when we raced, I stopped by the hospital to pick up my meds. I saw one of the cats from the other night there. He looked pretty rough."

"And you noticed my knuckles when I came in to drop off my car." Aiden finished, sober and stoic. Reid gaped awkwardly for a moment or two, and finally just nodded.

"One thousand dollars of that wad you had the next morning was his, and he didn't like that. You had a boat; aces full of queens, and he went all-in on trip-tens. He thought you were cheating. It started off civil enough, I guess, but it got out of hand fast. You were too drunk to take him."

"So you did."

Aiden nodded.

"Yeah. I didn't want to see you get hurt. So he and I had a little wall-to-wall discussion that ended with me having to buy Larry a new refrigerator."

Reid paused for a moment, and chuckled stupidly. Aiden beamed a goofy grin, and started to laugh.

"What...what did you do with the fridge?"

"I smashed his face so hard into the door that it dented it, and it wouldn't close properly anymore."

"Damn." The cattle dog shook his head. "Well...thanks for being my knight in shining armor."

"Any time." The lab answered, then reached across the table and curled his fingers into the heeler's palm. For a moment, Reid hoped no one would see, but when he looked into the lab's gorgeous green eyes, he realized he didn't care. They finished their plates in silence, and when they were done, they leaned back in their booths and basked in the afterglow of nine o'clock PM breakfast consumption. Aiden kicked the conversation back into gear after the waitress came by to collect their plates.

"Tell me about your life."

Reid glanced up quickly from his glass, floored. His expression was seconds away from letting the lab know he'd said the wrong thing, but an incredulous grin split his muzzle, instead making Aiden wonder just what was so funny.

"What?"

"Jeez, now I really feel old."

"Why?"

"When you're young and on a date, your date usually wants to know what you plan to do with your future. You're saying you want to know the old man's life story?"

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" Aiden laughed. The heeler winked at him.

"I guess I've got more years behind me than I've got ahead of me. God, Aiden, there are so many things that have happened in my life, it would take at least twenty more dates for me to tell you all of it."

"Well, I'm looking forward to every one of them."

Reid sighed.

"No, really. Look, I'm really glad you called me. I didn't know if you were going to or not, I just felt like we really hit it off the other night, and I want to get to know you better. I know there's something here, and I want to find it. I hope you feel the same way."

"I'd probably scare you off."

"Try me."

"Let's see. I've committed every driving-related offense short of vehicular manslaughter. I've got a felony offense on my record, I've been to jail more times than I care to admit to; Aiden, it's a wonder that I'm not in prison right now. Not to mention my...vices." He broke eye contact on the last word. Aiden was quiet.

"You know that Shiba Inu kid that was at the club that night? Works at the shop with us, he's a new hire, and he looks up to me as if I'm some kind of hero because I know cars like the back of my hand. He's a young, bright-eyed, twenty-two year old kid who wants to make a career for himself in the automotive tuning industry, and you know something? Being a role model for him has given me purpose that I never thought I would have. I'll never have kids of my own, but if there's a purpose in life other than finding happiness for yourself, it's got to be helping someone else find theirs"

Aiden wet his lips and stared down at the table for a second. Reid continued before he could start.

"Do you see my conundrum? He can't know about my problems. He thinks I'm perfect. He's the only one naïve enough to see me like that, and I don't want to tarnish it. It's nice to know someone who _doesn't_know that I'm an addict. It motivates me to keep pushing onward."

"Yeah, but, isn't it time you focused on your own happiness? You're thirty-six. If you were, y'know, straight, you'd probably have a wife and kids by now."

"I know too many straight guys that are pushing fifty with no wife or children to speak of to believe that."

"What does that have to do with you? And what difference does your driving record make? It doesn't make me think any less of you. I'm not all butterflies and rainbows myself, believe me."

"I don't think anyone is."

"I'll drink to that."

"I would too, but I'm all out." Reid laughed and picked up his empty glass. He wondered if the waitress had noticed that his beverage seemed to refill itself. The flask was empty and their bellies were full, so they decided to pay and head out. A brief discussion found its end at a decision to retire to the lab's townhome for the night, and both parties silently wondered to themselves what might transpire within its walls.

Reid had been drinking, as usual, but what little he'd had to eat was insufficient to soak up the amount of alcohol he'd drank. The keys were passed to Aiden by stern request, and they got into the car. Naturally, the heeler was wary of anyone else driving his baby, but the lab seemed to know what he was doing. Plus, there was just something sexy about the way he looked in that driver's seat.

"Okay, flip that switch right there. Ignition."

Aiden flicked the toggle into the up position.

"Now lift the red cap there, the one that says start. Push down on that."

He did, and the car roared to life with a fervor that turned heads inside the restaurant.

"Be careful with the clutch in this one, it bites right off the flo-whooaaa!"

The Mustang's five-liter V8 exhaled vociferously through its headers and exhaust, and the tires joined in as the lab slung them out into the street just as he had with his own that night at the Costa Club. The Hurst shifter slid into second with rifle bolt precision.

"Wow! Is this the shifter I ordered for mine?"

"Yeah, hey, careful!"

"Awesome. It's becoming pretty obvious how you beat me on the strip!" He laughed and pulled up to a red light next to another Mustang, a yellow convertible with the top retracted.

"Don't even think about it." Reid slurred, noticing the car and giving a friendly nod of the head to the two canines inside, one of whom actually looked familiar, as though he'd seen him on a TV show. They _were_in Hollywood, after all. "That car's bone stock, it ain't worth the wear you'd be putting on this one."

"Okay, okay."

The light turned green. Aiden hadn't quite gotten the feel of the clutch down yet, and as opposed to stalling, he spun the rear wheels and smoked the tires coming out into the intersection. Behind them, a police siren blipped twice, and Aiden looked in the rear view mirror as though he was seeing a ghost.

"Ah, shit. It's cool, just pull over, tell them it's your first time driving this car and it's got a racing clutch in it, they'll understand."

Aiden shook his head, frantic.

"No...I can't!"

"What?" Reid looked at him quizzically. He was sobering up, and fast.

"Tighten that harness." The lab swung the car through two lanes of traffic the moment he saw his opening, rocketing them up an entrance ramp to Interstate 110. He wove masterfully in and out of lanes, downshifting when necessary and dodging traffic like something out of a video game, the patrol car in pursuit the entire time.

Reid rode shotgun, catatonic with disbelief. At the moment, he wasn't even concerned with his meds, his drunkenness, or his problems. All he could think about was how skillfully his date was piloting his beast of a Mustang.

"God bless LA traffic..." Aiden mused, swinging the car into the breakdown lane and coasting down an exit ramp. He'd put so many cars between them and the pursuing officer that the lights of the cruiser could no longer be seen. Only the siren could be heard fading with the growing distance.

"W-Wha...so...are we good? Did we just run from the cops?"

"For now. Your car's hot. Every unit for ten miles in every direction's got their eyes out for a car matching this description. We're going to need to stage it for a few days."

Reid thought for a few seconds.

"Well, it's my car! What am I supposed to do after tonight?"

"You have a truck, right? If you don't want to drive that, I've got a car in a storage unit not too far from here; you can drive that in the meantime." The lab explained, pulling to a stop at another red light, a highway intersection at the next.

"What's this in front of us?"

"That's 110. You took 110 South to 710 and merged onto 105. If you go right, it'll take us back northbound to-"

"What?"

"Don't look now." Reid whispered. An LAPD officer stood next to his motorcycle, his helmet in his hands. He was staring at the car. No big deal, everyone did.

Be cool, Reid thought.

Hastily, the officer grabbed his radio and pulled it close to his mouth, speaking into it while keeping his gaze fixed on them. The heeler didn't need to say anything. Aiden put the car in gear, took off through the red light and headed for the highway, but it was no good. Traffic was backed up to a standstill.

"Right, go right! Broadway!" Reid pointed, his will to avoid arrest fueling his desire to continue their illicit activity. Aiden kicked the tail out swinging onto Broadway, headed north. They took a right on West 111th at the heeler's suggestion, but their luck had run out - the officer had taken a left onto the same street coming from South Main. They were now face to face with him, a city block's distance between them.

"Pull your vehicle over to the side of the road and step out with your hands raised above your head!"

Aiden revved the engine. The officer began to close the distance, but the lab beat him to the punch. He smoked the tires coming out of first, and barreled straight for the motorcycle. In a fit of initial confusion as to what was going on, the cop couldn't decide whether to get the bike out of the way, go for his gun, or attempt both in the five seconds or less it was going to take for the driver to reach him.

"I hope he's going to go to his left, because I'm going mine!"

Aiden spun the wheel and nearly cocked the entire car sideways; double-clutch downshifted, straightened out the wheels, and shifted again, launching them into a northbound course onto South Spring and missing the officer and his motorcycle with mere inches to spare. The near-collision forced the cop to lay down his bike, falling to the pavement and skidding along its surface for several yards.

"You're way too good at this." Reid said, his voice shaking.

"You're not the only one with a criminal record." Aiden mused stoically over the sound of the car's ever increasing speed. A left on West Century Boulevard took them conveniently to an entrance ramp for the Interstate, which they rode all the way back to the lab's townhome.

Neither one spoke a word the rest of the way.

***

Aiden pulled the car gently into his garage, killing the engine and shutting off the lights.

Then, it was quiet.

"Seven years in San Quentin State for vehicular manslaughter. I was supposed to serve ten, but I made parole. That's where I started researching law. I'd spend entire days in the library, reading these books that were just...threadbare. Books on appellate procedure, penal codes...when I got out, I got a job, and I started going to community college..."

He trailed off.

"You've got a lot more than a quarter mile ahead of you. Why risk it? Why run from the cops?"

"Because I'm not going back in, that's why." Aiden said with finality in his voice, opening the door and stepping out of the car.

"Street racing will get you there; it did me." Reid answered, following suit, "You want to race? Go legit, like I did. The street's not where it's at."

"You don't understand."

"I think I do. It's all about the thrill for you, isn't it? It's about the adrenaline rush. I get it. I've been there. But for God's sake, have some self preservation!"

"Who are you to talk to me about self preservation? Racing is as much a vice for me as Valium and vodka is for you!"

Reid's face sank. Aiden balked. He couldn't believe he'd said something so hurtful to someone for whom he cared so much.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"No, you're right. I'm sorry. It wasn't my place to call you out."

"Um, you wanna lay low here for tonight?"

"I suppose. Not exactly a good idea to be out on the road tonight if you're driving a black Mustang."

"I'll say." Aiden responded with an awkward chuckle, joining in on Reid's attempt to lighten the mood in the garage, but the results were less than stellar.

"I'm sorry I ruined tonight." He sighed. Reid embraced him, and the lab nuzzled into his neck.

"It's okay. We're fine. It'll be fine."

The lab nodded, quiet.

"Feels like there's never a dull moment with you around. First, I win thousands of dollars at an illegal poker game, next I'm running from the cops. I can hardly wait to see you again."

Aiden laughed and pulled away just enough to let the sides of their muzzles brush gingerly alongside one another.

"You're not being sarcastic, are you?"

"No. But next time, we're taking my truck."

They laughed, and suddenly, things were back to normal, save for the fact that their adrenaline was still running full blast. When the laughter died down, Reid pulled back just enough to press the end of his muzzle against Aiden's in a kiss that left both of them relaxed in each other's embrace, believing all was right with the world.

"Make yourself at home." Aiden said once they were inside, and entered the same bathroom he'd spruced up in before they'd left. Reid kicked off his shoes and placed them neatly by the door. Taking a seat on the couch, he grabbed the remote and turned on the nightly news.

"I wonder if we'll be on the news."

"I doubt it." Aiden said from the bathroom over the sound of running water. "That chase was pretty short compared to most, and I don't think the LAPD wants people knowing they were bested. Besides, it's LA. They've got much bigger fish to fry."

"I'm sure."

Aiden stepped out of the bathroom and Reid turned to say something, but for his life, he couldn't remember what it was. The lab had traded his suit for nothing more than a pair of knee-length, silky, black workout shorts, the glory of his toned physique on display for the cattle dog while he padded into the kitchen.

"Want some tea?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks."

For a minute or two, Reid simply sat there watching the ten o'clock news over the kitchen sounds behind him. Aiden digging the pot of a cabinet. Filling it with water. The click-click-click of the ignition on the gas stove and the woof of the flame.

Reid zoned out until the newscast became little more than a droning blur of sounds, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts. He couldn't put his finger on why, but sitting there on the couch, he felt more at home than he would have in his own apartment. In a minute, the lab would come over and sit down on the couch with him in those shorts, and if he were lucky, Aiden would curl up next to him and they would cuddle and watch a funny sitcom or a movie.

Is this was normal people's lives felt like?

"My Mom broke her back trying to take care of me and my brother." Reid began, sharing more of his life with his partner over a cup of hot tea. "When I got old enough, I had to be the man of the house. I got a job working at a grocery store, and every cent I made went to supporting our family and putting food on the table. I never had any time for me. Never really had time to just...be a kid."

Aiden nodded like a therapist might.

"I never went to college, so it was purely through luck that I managed to land the job at Doghouse. My brother went off to the Marine Corps; I took off for California."

"It's good that you both were able to stay on your own two feet and make careers for yourselves. You can't always say the same for people in those kinds of situations."

"True enough."

"I'd have traded for your life any day." The lab mused wistfully.

"You don't mean that."

"Before sixteen, I wouldn't have, no."

"What happened after sixteen?"

"My parents caught me in my room, with my boyfriend at the time. I got sent to an academy for boys, it was a military school with a thinly-veiled agenda based around 'curing' gay teens of homosexuality. If anything, it only exacerbated it."

"I can imagine."

"Sex got dealt like drugs around there, and hell, there was no protection, so lots of people wound up with HIV. It got so bad that they removed the doors from our dormitories. Kept tabs on all of us. Did everything in their power to make sure that someone wasn't sticking their dick up someone else's ass."

Reid blushed.

"In the two years I was there, there were two suicides. Restrictions got even tighter with each one. Everyone was just biding their time until they hit eighteen, when they could get out of that hell hole. Most of them had nowhere to go, but the idea of being homeless was better than being in there. Some of them I never heard from again. A few of them went into the military. Two of them were good friends of mine. One of them killed himself, but I think it was more PTSD-related. The other, he was killed in combat in Afghanistan. I went through some bad times after I got out. For a long time, every day was a constant, internal battle. I'd wake up not knowing whether or not I'd make it to the next day."

"I think I can understand." Reid answered quietly.

"I told myself every day that no matter what, every time I was faced with a fight, I would keep finding a reason to survive. It was that mantra that got me through my days in lockup. You just keep finding a reason to survive."

Their eyes met for a moment, and Aiden continued.

"I think I've found mine."

Reid's heart was all aflutter. He wasn't sure if he liked it. It was making him feel like he had to go to the bathroom. No, this was silly. He dismissed his feelings and chalked them up to infatuation. He'd known Aiden for barely more than a week, and their relationship was already coming to a head. It was moving quickly, but after a moment of deliberation, he sided with his heart, and kicked his mind to the curb.

He had nothing to lose anyway.

***

Two empty tea mugs sat on the coffee table, an audience to the spectacle on the leather sofa. Sitting adjacent to one another had turned into cuddling. Cuddling had led to kissing, and kissing had turned into full fledged tongue tying.

Reid sat up to aid in Aiden's attempts at removing his shirt, and blushed at his figure in comparison to his partner. Heavy drinking was taking its toll on his liver as well as his waistline.

"I remember when I looked like this." He laughed, running his fingers through the golden fur on the lab's abs and chest.

"You don't have to look like me to be sexy." Aiden insisted, leaning back down onto the other dog and kissing him deep and long.

Reid was fighting back an orgasm with all his might. Aiden's masculine scent was overpowering. Something about the way his cologne melded with the light scent of a sweat cooked up in the heat of running from the police drove him wild. The lab was removing his belt, and he was unbuttoning his jeans, never so eager to get naked in front of someone else. It was, after all, his first time in years.

Discarded clothes lay in a haphazard pile on the floor. Two erections slid alongside one another, bumping into each other and depositing stickiness into their fur that could be mistaken for nothing else.

Aiden's kisses traveled from Reid's lips to his cheek, to his neck, his chest, his abs, and finally to territory dominated by his impressive endowment. The heeler's cock ached for the attention the rest of his groin was getting, and its owner grabbed handfuls of the overstuffed leather couch the moment hot breath was felt on sensitive flesh. The lab's claws tickled the insides of his thighs, and when the wet, rough tongue was dragged along the underside of his member from base to tip, the cattle dog tightened every muscle in his body.

"Whoa, easy there!" Aiden laughed. Reid blushed hotly at the sight of his own spill, a rope of cum stretching from where his erection stopped all the way up to his chest. His stiff dick throbbed in broken rhythm with his heartbeat, and he was dripping with the kind of enthusiasm than could only precede ejaculation by a matter of seconds.

"Sorry, it's just been a really long time for me."

"So I gathered. Tsk. Poor boy."

"Mmm..." Reid let his head loll back onto the headrest of the couch, but he jerked violently the moment he felt Aiden's lips close around the base of his cock. The lab drew his head up smooth and quick, sucking the throbbing length with a wanton fervor the heeler had not felt since he was underneath the bleachers with his ex-girlfriend in High School.

Aiden made it eleven bobs of his head - he counted - before Reid exploded like a bomb in his muzzle. Realizing he would choke if he tried to swallow, Aiden gulped down the first round and pulled his mouth from the wet shaft, letting the heeler shoot several thick, opaque ropes of cum onto his face and tongue. Reid jammed a fist into his muzzle, trying to silence the howls of pleasure that were threatening to alert the neighbors that something was amiss next door.

The lab giggled a little and licked the stray drips of semen from his hand, using the other to wipe away a running drop that was coming dangerously close to getting in his eye. Reid simply sat there panting on ten with a swollen, wet, half-erect member, dripping the last vestiges of his orgasm onto his fur.

"Sorry..."

"No, it's okay, really. I get it; trust me. It was a long time before I actually got any release like that in San Quentin."

"Got any like that since you've been out?"

Aiden shrugged.

"Couple times."

Reid was experienced in many things, but performing oral sex on a man was not one of them. He did his best to emulate exactly what Aiden had done to him, and Aiden did his best not to laugh. He simply sat back on the couch and spread his legs open so that the heeler could kneel on the carpeted floor between them.

The cattle dog inhaled through his nose and mouth, no more than an inch from the lab's swollen tip, the masculine scent amplified with the addition of a day's light musk that was nothing short of intoxicating. Slipping his muzzle over it, he closed his lips just behind the tip and slid down the lab's length like an inexperienced firefighter sliding down the pole.

"Ooh! Watch the teeth there..."

"My bad."

"Use your lips to cover your teeth...there you go. Now hold tight and just move your head up and down. Don't be afraid to use your tongue, get creative with itahhh, okay, that's good!"

It was simple enough. Within ten, maybe twenty seconds, the cattle dog was going like a pro. That was at least until he went a little too far in and allowed the tip to bump his throat, making him gag and pull off for air. Aiden laughed that time.

"Don't try to deepthroat yet. That takes practice."

"Is that what I was doing? I just figured it was your size." Reid answered with a wink and went in for a second try, keeping things in the shallow end for a little while longer. He allowed the lab to drive, and Aiden slowly began to pump his cock in and out of the heeler's muzzle gently, so as not to choke him.

"There you go...just like that."

Reid reached up and cupped Aiden's balls while he matched the movement of the lab's hips with his muzzle. Using his other hand, he gripped the base and stroked whatever he wasn't able to get in his mouth. As odd as the act was for him, he found himself enjoying it with the kind of zeal he had the first time he drove a stick shift. So he picked up the pace. He began to go harder and faster until the dog was dangerously close to finishing.

"I'm getting close; you want me to pull out?"

"Mm-mm." The heeler answered from around the dick in his muzzle. Aiden felt his climax hit him like a semi truck as he finished in Reid's mouth. He couldn't tell exactly how much he came, but the cattle dog seemed to be just fine from the way he was gulping it down. He gasped for air when the softening erection was pulled out of his deflowered maw.

"You okay?" Aiden asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, that was fun."

They laughed.

"How's it taste?"

"It's...different." He pulled the lab in for a kiss, and yawned when they broke.

"I don't know if it's the tea or the orgasm, but I'm pretty tired. I think I might crash for the night."

Aiden motioned with his head and a smile.

"Bedroom's that way."

***

Reid held Aiden close rolled up in the sheets, listening to the lab breathe softly over the gentle sound of the fan.

"Hey." Reid whispered.

"Yeah?"

"How did we get here?"

Aiden let an amused sigh out through his nose.

"Can't say. Fate?"

"I guess. I feel like I should feel like it's too soon for us, but it just feels right. I haven't felt like this in forever." Reid caught himself smiling at his own words.

"Like I said, it's fate. It was meant to be. We're imperfect people. I mean, like straight up_fucked up_. Maybe we're meant for one another because we're not meant for anyone else."

"As in normal people?"

"Yeah, well, what is normal anyway?"

"Not something I want to be if not being normal got me here."

"Mm." Aiden concurred, smiling and nuzzling into the heeler's neck fur while they cuddled. Within minutes, the lab had drifted off to sleep in the arms of his date, who had all but forgotten about his missing medication. Reid looked down and between formulating strategies for removing his entrapped arm when it fell asleep; he watched the other canine sleep happily next to him, wondering if soon he would know what it was like to be happy himself.