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Part 5

Sneak Peek

Terry had never slept so well in his life. Forget about sleeping with his heat, this was the most deep, satisfying sleep he had ever had. He had slipped into such a deep sleep his entire body felt heavy when he woke up. The cougar gave a little yawn, his maw cracking slightly as he teared up from how deep that yawn dug into his soul. He gave a little squeak as he stretched, his back cracking as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes, the sandman’s sand gritting against his knuckles as he swiped them away. He glanced over at the clock, the red glowing analog numbers showed it was just before nine.

Normally Joey would be “up and at 'em” by now, but the heavily snoring from the tiger showed he was still deep in slumber. Terry had to stifle a giggle. He looked like a ballerina that had been twirling on stage only to fall off and crash into their mattress and immediately pass out.

Terry smiled, stroking a hand over his man’s hip to see if he needed to be roused, but he was still so far gone that the light sleeper didn’t even wake to the gentle caress of his man. The cougar gave a contented sigh before slipping his feet over the edge of the bed and getting up. He decided to just dawn his robe instead of disturbing Joey by opening drawers, and went to go make some coffee.

Normally Joey would be the one to make their Saturday morning brew, especially when he was in heat, but the big goof had tired himself out last night, and Terry thought it best to let him sleep in. He went to making their morning pot and then got a fresh glass of water for his man. He quietly made his way back into the bedroom, setting the fresh glass of water on the bedside table before going to freshen up. The cougar took a quick shower to clean off the crust from last night’s little romp, and decided to snag clothes from their unfolded pile instead of waking his man.

He was about to slip on his undies when he furrowed his brow. A sudden wash of guilt came over him as he looked down at his boxers. A loud, rattling snore came from their bedroom and Terry felt the guilt only shiver deeper into him. He really did a number on Joey last night. First it was leaving him to go across the hall, then making him work him over more when he got back from his night out, he had been through a lot. Terry let out a sigh, a sourness rubbed at the inside of his heart and he grabbed a heat pad before pulling his boxers back up. He put on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt to cover his body up.

“How selfish can I be,” Terry sighed. “I’ve been so caught up in my heat, I forgot to take into consideration Joey’s needs. I can’t expect him to just perform so hard just for me.”

Terry looked at himself, crossing his arms and giving himself a pitiful look. How could he let himself get so out of control? He needed to reel it in and give Joey time to recover. It wasn’t fair that he was demanding so much from him. First Joey trusts him to go across the hall and have sex with the people in the next unit, then he jumps Joey when he gets home for more sex after he just got done with a lesson from the other guys? This isn’t the guy Joey married. Terry wasn’t some sexual deviant. He was a good partner for his husband and he needed to keep things under control. He couldn’t ask so much from his man all at once.

“So,” Terry looked at himself in the reflection. “We’re going to give Joey a nice peaceful day.”

The cougar nodded at his reflection, a look of conviction on his muzzle, only for it to falter as a twinge of need worked its way up his womb. Terry took a deep breath before snagging a few pain killers and taking them to down with his coffee.

It was nice, his heat was subdued enough for now, but with every sip of coffee it was like he was rousing this balled up kitten in his lap. A gentle need starting to waft up his spine, like a kitten pawing at a toy it couldn’t quite reach, politely asking for more. Terry knew this was only the beginning and that cramps would slowly start to take over, but he would endure. He needed to think of Joey’s well being too. He had a big meeting on Monday and he didn’t need to wear him out all weekend before he went back to work.

Terry decided to revel instead in the small pleasures. Like the fact he could have warm coffee in his heat. Sure, it was stoking the flames in his womb, but this was the first time he had been able to have a nice warming coffee during his time without burning up and melting into a puddle of sweat. Though, he was a tad warm. Terry went out to the living room and cracked a window, the cool autumn air brushing over him as he sat and enjoyed the quiet.

“This is nice,” Terry sighed, the flavor of the coffee coating his tongue. “Maybe we can do a puzzle later.” The cougar mused. “Maybe even watch a movie while we do it—OH! Maybe we can catch a matinee this week!”

Terry grabbed Joey’s paper to go over the movie listings, noticing the crossword was only half finished. Terry smiled, reading over the clues, his mind sharp enough to get a few of the words and commit them to memory to give Joey hints later if he needed them. He saw a couple showings they could go see later that week if Joey could find the time.

Terry gave a gentle little purr, his tail flicking behind him as he sipped his coffee and looked over the paper. Then he folded it up and set it to the side as he went to go make his man breakfast. Again, normally Joey would be the one making breakfast, so the fact he could do it for him during his heat was a real treat.

Terry got to frying some bacon, waiting to crack the eggs until the sputtering strips woke his husband with their siren song. He wanted to let Joey sleep in, but it was nearly ten, and Joey didn’t like his day getting away from him. Sure enough, the bacon did the trick. The door to their room groaned open as Joey gave a deep yawn, a small tiger growl bubbling up as well. He wore only some pajama bottoms that fluttered around his strong legs as he shuffled his way into the kitchen.

“Hey honey,” Terry sang out without looking over his shoulder. “How do you want your eggs?”

Terry gave a little yip as Joey’s hands came around his hips, gently rubbing them as his head slung over onto the cougar’s shoulder. A deep purr rumbled from deep inside Joey as he placed the most tender of kisses on his neck.

“Mornin’ hun,” Joey purred. “You seem well rested. Did last night do the trick?”

“Oh, yes,” Terry purred, his back leaning into his man as he kept one hand on the frying pan. “It was just what I needed to get me through the weekend.”

“Really?” Joey was still waking up, his eyes itching with the tired that tried to claim him, but he refused to let it lull him back. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw the clock. He hadn’t slept in this late ever. His parents would have smacked him out of bed long before it would have come to this.

“Yeah,” Terry purred, leaning into his man’s bare chest, the tiger purring right back. “I think we’ve got this thing under wraps. So I think I can take care of you for a bit now.”

“You sure hun?” Joey asked, his lips dragging across his man’s neck, leaving tender kisses. Joey was trying to be sweet about it, but he had a throbbing headache and his instincts were telling him he was being too forward. His hands were a little jerky as they ran over his hips, and his kisses bounced a bout in an odd pattern from a mix of pulling away and leaning in at the same time.

“Yeah,” Terry smiled. “Yesterday was all about me, so I think you deserve a day to relax.”

Joey felt like something was off, though the idea of relaxing the day away did sound nice. He couldn’t really think straight anyway with the pounding in his head and the lack of caffeine in his veins. Though, he wasn’t going to leave his Terr-Bear hanging.

“Hey,” Joey leaned forward, the much taller cat looking into Terry’s eyes. “You sure you’re good?”

“Y-Yeah,” Terry smiled big so his eyes closed. “I’m in tip-top shape! You really did so much for me yesterday I think I’ll be good for a couple days.”

Levi’s words came echoing back to Terry in that moment and how he said he needed to do-the-do three times a day to keep his heat under wraps.

“Well, if you’re sure,” Joey took in a deep breath before pressing his lips against his man’s cheek, his half mass stiffy swinging in his pajama bottoms. “You really sure?”

“Oh yeah,” Terry gave a little huff and shook his head, looking back at the bacon. “Bet on it,” Terry smirked.

Joey felt a nagging in the back of his head. He didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t had his coffee, his hangover headache, or if it was really something that Terry was saying that was bothering him, but he decided to hold off. He trusted Terry more than anyone. Heck, he let his Terr-Bear go across the hall to get worked over by the guys who collect noise complains more than kids these days collected those Pokemon cards. Terry would let him know if he needed anything.

“Okay Terr-Bear,” Joey went to pull away when Terry did a quarter turn and pressed his lips against his. Joey’s eyes went wide, his fur standing on end as Terry’s lips pressed against his. Terry’s lips parted and Joey felt the faintest of beckoning’s asking his tongue to come inside his. Joey slipped his tongue inside, the flavor of coffee making his veins ache for it himself. Their lips smacked a few times as their tongues played around with each other. Then their lips broke apart.

“You…You know I love you, right?” Terry asked, his ears folded back, his tail flicking back and forth nervously.

“Of course Terr-Bear,” Joey leaned in and they made out for another glorious moment, his dick bouncing in his pajama bottoms. “Of course.”

“And…you’re not mad or anything?” Terry asked.

“About what?” Joey asked. “About yesterday? Of course not honey. It was hard at first, but Kam and Caleb showed me how to properly…um…do stuff, and it sounds like Levi and Roman helped you too. I mean…” Joey smiled, his dick bouncing. “You really know your stuff now.”

“Okay,” Terry nodded, breathing evenly. “I just wanted to be sure,” Terry knew what that was. It was a mood swing. He went from on top of the world, to incredibly insecure. Things were already starting to ramp up fast. He needed to hold it together. “Okay, I’ll have food ready here in a minute. You go clean up.”

“Sure sunshine,” Joey gave his man a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not going nowhere,” Terry beamed, his heart fluttering at his disheveled man. “But how do you want your eggs?”

“Sunnyside up,” Joey said as he slipped away to go shower.

“You got it!” Terry shot back. As soon as Joey was in the bathroom, Terry took a few deep breaths, his heat consistently twinging. That polite cat paw was starting to use his womb as a scratching post, warmth bleeding up from deep inside him and causing his brow to glisten. It wasn’t painful per-say, but it wasn’t comfortable. Like he had bad gas that just sat on his womb.

“Come on Terry, you can do this for him. Keep your urges under control,” Terry went to go crack an egg and smacked the edge of the pan too hard and split the yoke. “Dang it,” Terry took a few deep breaths as he whisked them up off to the side. It’s okay, he would just have scrambled eggs for himself and redo the eggs for Joey.

Terry managed to plate Joey’s eggs just as he got out of the shower, the tiger feeling fresh and clean as he drank his coffee and let his pills subdue his hangover. It was strange how normal things were, almost eerily so. Joey thought for sure that things would be weird between Terry and himself, but it they were going on with their lives as though nothing had happened. Joey continued his crossword and Terry gave him hints on the hard ones while they scheduled a little day date to catch a movie during the week. They then pulled out the card table and cracked open an old puzzle they hadn’t done in a while. Though, there was one change. Terry insisted on sitting on the other side of the table closest the windows.

“You sure?” Joey asked as he spilled the puzzle pieces out. “I know you like this side because of the coffee table.”

“No, I’m fine, I just think I want to change things up a bit,” Terry lied as he sat closest to the cool window, his foot paw bouncing on the ground. His cramps were starting up again. They were just pressure and strain, but Terry knew it was only going to get worse. He figured if he sat next to the window, he might cool himself off a bit with some autumn air.

“If you insist,” Joey shrugged. He figured he’d let Terry do what he wanted. His heat might be subdued, but he was still dealing with a lot. He was so cute with how he took care of him this time. He wanted to make out with his cute face, hold him close and make him purr. Joey bit the inside of his lip, crossing one leg over the other to keep his stiffy from getting out of control. The tiger flipped on some reruns in the background and got to work sorting pieces into colored piles while Terry worked on the edge pieces.

They were half way through a “Friends” episode when Terry gave a little angry snarl.

“Honey?” Joey looked up from his little pond of ducks he was putting together. “You okay?”

“I just…I know these stupid pieces are supposed to fit,” Terry gave a little hiss under his breath. “How else…they need to fit! There aren’t any other pieces left and…”

Terry looked at the pieces angrily. They looked like they should fit, but they were just ever so slightly too loose.

“Did you check if we dropped any pieces?” Joey asked as he looked under the table.

“Of course I did!” Terry snapped. “You must have one of the edge pieces over there in one of your piles.”

“No, I checked,” Joey frowned at his piles before he gave the box a little shake. A light rattle altered them to the culprit. “Oh! Here we go.”

Joey pulled the final edge piece from the box and handed it over to Terry.

“There ya go hun,” Joey smiled.

“I…thanks,” Terry put a hand on his forehead before slipping the last piece into place, the slight curve of the edges fixing itself. “I think I need something to drink. You want some water?”

“You okay babe?” Joey asked as Terry stood up and started making his way to the kitchen.

“What? Oh…yeah, I’m fine,” Terry shook his head as he went into the kitchen to grab a couple glasses of water. Joey watched his man go, but something tickled his nose as he did so. It was faint, sweet and warm. He knew that smell anywhere.

Terry made it to the kitchen and started pouring water from the tap into a glass. The cougar took deep breaths as he stood there, watching the cool water fill the glass, feeling the cup gently pull the burning heat from his palm. Then the water overflowed as he stood there, frozen as he held himself together. His heat was slowly clawing at his womb, cramping and twisting his guts into knots. The trickle of water over his fingers was a welcome relief as he stood there breathing heavy and trying to force himself to relax and keep himself from going into painful, debilitating cramps. The cougar hunched over the sink as he watched the water pour over the glass and trickle over his fingers and pitter patter onto the sink basin.

The sudden feel of a hand on his wrist made Terry’s ears twitch, but he didn’t move. He grit his teeth. The jig was up. He couldn’t hide it anymore. Not when Joey was standing behind him.

“I’m sorry Joey,” Terry tried to hold back is tears. “I…I know I ask so much of you when I’m like this…I just…I just wanted to…let you relax…to…to keep it under control and…”

Terry’s lips were silenced as Joey’s other hand came to press his fingers against them. The tiger’s free hand took the glass and set it in the sink and turned off the water.

“Joey?” Terry gave a little sniff, but those fingers that had placed against his lips slipped down and caressed his neck, the tiger coming in to place a cooling kiss against the cougar’s burning neck. The tiger gave a little lusty purr. “Joey…I…”

“Shhhh,” Joey purred into his neck. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I woke up.”

The tiger pulled from his drunken memories what the boys had taught him about playing with their man’s neck. His lips parted, his breath tickling the cougar’s tendons as his fangs dragged across his jugular, the tiger’s hand guiding Terry up to rest his head against his shoulder, exposing more of his neck to the orange and black striped beast. His other hand, still wet from the sink, slipped down Terry’s chest, leaving dark streak where his sweater drank in the liquid.

“I was thinking of a new rule,” Joey purred, his fingers slipping into Terry’s sweatpants.

“Y-Yes?” Terry gulped as his man spoke into his neck.

“When we’re home alone,” Joey continued, his fingers slipping in and snagging the pad between his man’s legs and pulling it out, the damp pad slipping from his boxers and smacking into the sink. “You don’t wear heat pads anymore.”

“But…what about you?” Terry asked.

“Didn’t the guys tell you?” Joey purred into his man’s neck as he slipped his hand back down between his man’s legs, his digits slipping over that clit and going down to pet those petals. Terry gasped, his thighs shaking. “The person in heat gets whatever they want. You need to be a little more selfish babe.”

“I…I…” Terry started taking deep breaths, his heart fluttering as his heat was stroked, his warm petals already dripping with his need, his pheromones freely sweetening the air as Joey continued to pet his pussy.

Joey murred, breathing in more of that heat, his dick getting hard, his pants straining as it snaked down his pant leg. He implemented as much of the advice as he could from his drunken memories, the tight confines of those pants making it difficult to do much more than pet the petals and gently rub the clit between his knuckles. With the way Terry was mewling though, he knew he was doing a good job. Time to turn on the dominance a bit, let the pheromones guide him.

“You understand the new rule, babe?” Joey gave a little nip on his man’s neck. It was clumsy and soft, but it sent shivers down Terry’s spine.

“Y-Yes!” He gasped.

“And you’re not going to hide that sweet heat from me anymore, huh?” Joey felt dirty, his voice smooth, but his heart raced. Was he being too forceful? Was he being too dirty for his Terr-Bear?

“Yes…I…” Terry’s breath hitched in his throat. “I won’t hide it anymore.”

“Oh? Did your husband find a sweet spot there?”

“Joey, it’s all a sweet spot but—Ah!” Terry’s breath hitched. His mind went back to when Levi was petting his pussy, his fantasy of it being Joey coming to the forefront.

“Oh, there it is,” Joey murred, kissing his cougar’s neck before pulling him close, his dick grinding against Terry’s leg. “Is that the spot?”

“I-I Oh god! Mmmmm! Yes J-J-Joey!” Terry hadn’t felt this pent up since…well, yesterday, but it was just like he was across the hall, only this time it was his man doing the playing. It was so much sweeter, so much more intimate as he kissed his neck and played with his pussy.

Suddenly Terry was floating. No, not floating. He gave a little yip as he was scooped up, Joey’s hand slipping from his pussy and both hands being used to carry him to their bedroom. Terry’s toe claws twitched with pleasure as Joey kissed his little Terr-Bear, their tongues finding each other, their hot breath mingling. Terry’s hands came up to caress the back of Joey’s head, his fingers sliding into his hair as their lips smacked. Joey laid Terry down onto the bed, their kiss breaking into hot breath before the tiger leaned into his little cougar’s ear and huffed out an order.

“Take off your clothes,” Joey was firm, yet gentle. That was an order, a command, but with an out. He could stop this if he wanted.

Like hell he would!

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