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~18~

The bed was so warm and soft. He could tell the sheets were high quality from how they lay against his skin. Bryce's nose twitched, bringing him the scent of soap, sex, and sweat. Wow, last night had been something else. Arden had taught him so much. It had been such a relief after the last couple weeks. Not just because it was nice to get out of the cold and off the streets, but because it was nice to have someone genuinely care for him. The memories of his birthday were so strong that he could swear he still felt them.

Slurrp. Ahh!

His eye cracked open at that noise. The bull looked around in confusion. He wasn't on a park bench. Not in the hotel he'd fallen asleep in before. Though judging from the decor and soft scent of industrial cleaners, he was still in a hotel. What grabbed his attention the most was the warmth against his legs.

Wait, wha...Oh, Arden...

Arden had seemingly woke up before he did. The buck lay with his back to the bull. Carefully bobbing his head, not wanting to wake his sleeping partner, but unable to resist the call of the Siren's Schlong. Bryce breathed out a huff and narrowed his eyes as Arden's tongue ran laps around his crown. The buck shifted just a little, moving to sit up further so he could really bob his head.

As he did, the buck cast a quick glance back and saw Bryce looking at him. Cheeks flushed red-hot as he pulled back. "Sorry, this was poking my hip when I woke up." The buck flashed a sheepish smile and bit his lip. His head tilted as he took on a naughtier look, nuzzling the base of Bryce's cock. "Should I stop?" he almost purred in a sultry tone.

"Fuck no," Bryce panted. His hand came down on Arden's rear. Half-falling, half-spanking. Though the grab was fully intentional.

Up went the tail as the buck moaned. Happily licking one of the bull's balls and drawing it into his maw. Arden suckled on it for a second before moving his attention to the other. "Fucking hell," he panted as he nuzzled the cock. "All that last night and you're still packing a pair of wrecking balls." He stroked the cock as he looked up at the bull with a grin, "How many more you got in you?"

Confidence, Bryce. Arden's voice purred in his ear. Confidence makes you sexy as get out. Just don't go from cocky to asshole.

He did his best to muster a suave grin, "How many you want, Deer?"

Arden started to answer, but the phone rang. The buck perked his ears, snorted at it, and turned his attention back to the cock. Bryce looked at the phone curiously. "Let it ring. we're busy."

To accentuate the point, he happily took Bryce to the root. Slender muzzle bulged from the bovine thickness. He rolled his head and hummed, making his muzzle vibrate around the cock. Arden narrowed his eyes and twisted his head, slurping and suckling wetly. His tongue danced and curled over the cock. Tracing every last inch of the bull's member.

Now that he was back in his body, without Thirty-Six's built up resilience, he could feel his climax start to rush. Arden's sweet noises paired with his skillful sucking? What experience he'd gotten yesterday was quickly crumbling away.

It's morning head, not a marathon.

He arched, "Arden, I'm gonna..."

The buck rolled his head and stroked those heavy balls. Feeling how they started to draw back. He waited until the last possible second before pulling back with a loud, wet pop. "Come on," he huffed, nuzzling that girthy rod greedily. "Gimme."

Bryce huffed and jerked. Teenage stamina being what it was, paired with the buck's eager skill. Well, Bryce painted several hearty striped over Arden's waiting face and hair. The buck groaned happily and nuzzled, stroking the shaft to get every drop he could. "Fffffuck," Arden huffed and leaned up, taking the last bit into his maw. Gladly gulping it down with blissfully narrowed eyes.

The phone fell silent. Arden grinned, licking over Bryce's crown. Little, slow licks that made the large bull shiver. The buck flashed a grin and slid up slowly. He planted a hand on either side of Bryce's chest and leaned in...

Ring ring!

"Fuck," Arden huffed, "Maybe they'll stop calling in a minute." He perked his ears as the phone went quiet. Then thudding on the ceiling above as someone hit it several times. Followed by the phone ringing again. "Fuckity fuck. That's her room." The buck snarled, "I'll be back in a second." He leapt from the bed and stalked to the other room.

Alone, Bryce perked his ears and looked around. The bedroom looked like a tornado hit it. Furniture had been knocked over. The sheets were all over the place. A backpack sat in the corner, untouched by the chaos. Even in the dim light, he could see the edge of The Journal peeking out of one of the pockets. He perked his ears and wandered over. Curious about what Thirty-Six had to say, and what was in the bag.

In the penthouse's main room, Arden huffed into the phone. "I don't care what you think. Last I checked I was a legal adult."His ears perked as his mother grumbled over the phone. "Well, nothing happened. I'm safe, I'm fine." The buck rolled his eyes and cocked his hip to the side. "Not like I'm going to end up pregnant, unlike..."

Meaty hands spread his asscheeks before something thick and warm pressed up between them. He jumped, ears and tail shooting up in shock. Arden twisted, but not too far. Bryce knelt behind him, a rather devious look on the bull's face. He leaned in and nuzzled between those pert ass cheeks, his broad tongue slurping over the buck's pucker.

"Some people I know of." Arden tried to keep from panting. He waved a hand at Bryce, cheeks quickly growing red, "Stop that!" he mouthed at the bull. Though it didn't stop Arden from stepping his feet apart and rocking his hips back. "Well I don't care,Mother." The buck bit his lip as Bryce's tongue pushed into his rear. Oh fuck... why was this so fucking hot? He'd never been rimmed before. Certainly never had anyone service him while he was talking with his mother.

Yet here he was. Cock so hard he could probably hammer a hole in the granite counter top.

Arden turned, trying to get away from Bryce. Though that only gave the bull another target. Bryce's large hand trailed up his thigh and stroked over the buck's fuckstick. He held back a moan, and relented. Leaning forward over the counter so Bryce could rim and give him a reach-around. "Well I don't know. We could call him my Personal Attendant. Isn't that what you call Marco?" Arden had to lean away from the phone. Ears folding back to guard against the screeching. "Fine, what about..." Bryce tapped his leg, drawing his attention down. The bull held an arm straight out then flexed.

"Masseur?" head shake, "Handler." Little hand wiggle that showed a maybe. Arden perked his ear, "Personal bodyguard, whatever you want to call it. Well I don't care of that's what Marco's job is. He's always hovering around you anyway." Arden rolled his eyes, tried to mimic a yapping mouth with his hand. Though hard to mock his mother while Bryce's broad tongue was probing his ass. Digging deeper while that hand stroked his cock faster. If Bryce didn't slow down... Oh fuck...

"Fiiiinnnnnnne!" he tried to disguise the call as irritation. Eyes narrowed as his hips jerked and sac tightened. Rich seed painting the kitchen counter as Bryce readily worked a finish from him. Leaving the buck panting and weak at the knees, "I'll let you meet him. After breakfast." Then he slammed the phone down. Arden had to brace himself and hang his head for a second to recover. "You... Evil BASTARD!" He spun and swatted at Bryce, trying his best to look upset, "Giving me a rim job while I talk with my mother?!"

Bryce grinned and stood up, letting the buck swat at his chest some. "Didn't you enjoy it?" he grumbled and leaned in. "Saw that rump and couldn't help myself."

Arden blushed, huffed, and leaned back. "Don't kiss me, your breath smells like ass." Only to utter a very girlish giggle as the bull turned to nuzzle his neck. He hummed and sank into those strong arms. Tracing the bull's toned muscles.

"So," Bryce hummed, pressing closer to the buck, "Breakfast?" His ears perked as he looked into the kitchen. "Got any pans?"

Ears tickled Bryce's chin, "Pans?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I can cook up breakfast."

Arden leaned back and looked at him in surprise. Honestly more surprised than when Bryce snuck up on him. "You can cook?"

"Mhmm. How about it? Thick, fluffy buttermilk pancakes."

"Oh..."

"With pecans and berries."

"Mmmph..."

"And kelp bacon."

"You fucking stud..."

"Fried eggs..."

Arden leapt up into Bryce's arms. The bull caught him as the buck threw his legs around that thick waist, "Just fuck me already!" he threw his head back, "I cannot contain myself any longer!"

Bryce couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "Done chewing the scenery?"

"My dear, I have not yet begun to chew!" The buck grinned and dipped his head, nose bumping off the bull's. "Bryce..."

"Mmm?"

"Think this is the start of something special."

~36~

Bryce was slow to wake. He almost always slept in on the day after his birthday. Didn't know why, maybe something to do with whatever his ability was. Might drain him. Could be that he usually didn't go to sleep until late on his birthday. It'd been almost daybreak when he finally fell asleep. Honestly, who knew?

"You knew, didn't you?"

"Know what?"

Arden shifted in the bed beside him. Even without opening his eyes, Bryce knew Arden was up on one elbow, looking down at him. "You knew that yesterday your younger self was going to come to my show."

He shrugged. Arden gave his chest a swat, "Don't you just shrug at me, Mr. Mysterious. Can you believe he showed up, trying to act like my drug dealer?" The buck huffed, "God, everyone is going to be asking what's in that pack he had. Couldn't you have just... oh I don't know, said something like, 'Hey kid, I've been working with Arden for years. Tell Harry and Annette to let you in and they will.' Something like that?" The buck swatted some more.

Bryce laughed and tried to shield himself from Arden's wrath under a pillow. "Where's the fun in that?" The buck shifted to poking at places he knew was ticklish. A grunt came from the bull as he twisted. Surging out from behind his pillow shield.

Arden squeaked a the larger Angus bowled him over. Bryce's large, rough hands easily pinning his wrists back. "And what if he hadn't?" His head rolled as the bull's lips found his throat and nibbled. "Nah uh, no! Nibbling my neck won't get you out of this." Arden squirmed from Bryce's hold. "I've read the journal. You gave him a choice. What if he hadn't come to the show?"

The bull rolled onto his side and looked at Arden for a long moment. "What else?" Lips pursed as the buck crossed his arms and looked at him in disbelief. "Ace." A chime, "What time is my flight?"

"Your flight is at Two Oh Six P.M. at gate..."

"That's good, thank you, Ace." Bryce arched his brow. "What else could I have done?"

Arden's ears folded back, "But you hate flying with us. Hell, you're terrified of flying alone."

Bryce's hand trailed over Arden's hip slowly, "What else could I have done?" he repeated.

The buck looked at him for a very long moment, lips pursed as he tried to read the bull's expression. He sighed, turned away, and immediately tucked his back into Bryce's chest. "So what now?"

He nuzzled his way up between Arden's antler nubs. "Well, I was thinking shower. My ass feels like it's caked in lube. You always use too much."

"You don't use enough half the time."

Bryce nipped at one of the ears, "You love it a little rough."

"And you're a big baby. I swear, he was a champ last night. Better than you are sometimes." The buck smiled, biting his bottom lip. His voice turned a little angry, "Also what's this about you going out on your birthday, finding a younger buck, and fucking him like he owed you money? You're horribull!"

"Hey, a guy's gotta entertain himself somehow, Eden." The fake-anger faded as Bryce pulled him into a tighter hug. "I fucking missed you, Arden."

"Good." Arden stretched in the hug. "Missed you too." A small box bounced off the bull's nose, "Then put this on, say yes, and let's get breakfast. The others will probably be waiting for Post-Birthday hoecakes."

Bryce pulled the ring from the box and slid it onto his finger. He lifted his hand to admire it in what light leaked around the curtains. Arden's hand slid up to join his, a matching ring already on the buck's finger. He smiled and interlaced his fingers with Arden's. Lifting up, he leaned in and kissed his buck slowly. A quiet hum lifted from the male as he smiled into the kiss. Tail tickling Bryce's belly as it wiggled.

Their kiss broke slowly, "What time's your flight?" Bryce kissed Arden's cheek, working his way down the deer's neck.

"Mm, why?"

"I've gotta get home. I'm packed, but it's all in my car."

Arden laughed, "That makes it easier." Bryce uttered a confused noise. "Kid found your keys."

The bull sighed, "I really need a better hiding place."

"You do."

Silence fell as the pair tucked up closer to each other. Bryce humming with contentment. Arden smiling at the closeness. "You know," he hummed quietly, "A wedding will have to wait till after the tour. That's another five months at least."

"Mhmm," soft lips and broad nose nuzzled into his hair.

"Could always elope." Arden sighed in contentment and tilted his head for Bryce. Wiggling back into the bull's lap.

"Yep."

"But I have always wanted a big wedding. But the news would be all over something big."

"I know."

Arden turned and butted Bryce's nose with one of his nubs. "Okay, Mr. Mystery, Time Traveler extraordinaire. Why don't you tell me what happens, or will that mess up the time space continuium?"

"Hmmm," Bryce shifted to sit up a little so he could look Arden in the eyes. "As I recall, we," he tapped his lover with a kiss. "have a wedding a little over a year from now. Our friends and some family are there. Though all that could change, our future is our own to set."

The buck leaned up to kiss, then stopped. "Wedding ceremony? So we could elope after all. Just have the celebration later."

"We very well could." Arden huffed up at Bryce's vagueness. "I don't know the exact details. You know, since I haven't lived it yet. Did see pictures a long time ago. We look so happy. Not staged happy either."

Arden smiled, "Good, that's all that really matters." He gave a stretch and pressed his wiggling tail back into Bryce's lap. Grinding into the bull's morning greeting, "Suppose we should officially wake up and get out of bed."

Chime!"I see you're awake," Holly called cheerily, "Trusted Contact: Sherry, has a message for you. Once you and Bryce are done bumming, how about the party?"

"Holly! I told you, Do Not Disturb!"

"I am sorry, would you like me to remove Trusted Contact: Sherry?"

"No... Urrffh."

Bryce was trying not to laugh, "I told you that you wouldn't like Holly. All flash, no smarts."

Arden swatted at his bull, "Hush. No, don't remove Sherry. Listen..." He huffed, "Tell her that we need a shower and she can come down. Ten minutes."

The bull nibbled at his neck, "Twenty."

A lusty sigh, "Make it thirty..."

Bryce grinned as he started to roll over on top of Arden. Holly chimed, "Trusted Contact: Sherry, says that she'll be down in an hour."

Arden looked up at the Angus and mouthed, "An hour?" Which his bull just grinned at, rose from the bed, and hefted the deer up onto his broad shoulder. "Tell Sherry and hour sounds good!" he called out as the bull carted him off to the bathroom.

~98~

The click of a pen cap made Arden's ear twitch. The buck breathed out a long, soft sigh and nuzzled closer.

"Arden." The single word. Spoken so softly he must have imagined it. "Arden." It came again.

He yawned, ear twitched, "You should be asleep, young man."

"And miss this sunset with my Eden?"

That nickname was too familiar. Eyes shot open as the deer sat up as quick as he could. Bryce smiled at him, eyes watery as he held the buck lightly. "Bryce, but you..."

A touch quieted him, "Sorry, Hun. Know I hadn't been the best husband. You know, going semi-comatose on you. Try to amend that." Even now his voice was weak, sounding utterly exhausted. He gave a shaky smile and ran his fingers over the last page in the journal. "Seems like a good kid. How was he?"

"An absolute brat, but nothing changed there." Arden leaned into the hand and kissed Bryce's palm. "You should rest then."

"No," Bryce said simply. "Think I'd rather watch the sunset with my personal Garden of Eden." He brushed a hand over Arden's cheek and smiled. "Maybe dance?"

Tears started to well in the deer's eyes, "Absolutely not. You'll fall and break something."

Bryce ground his teeth, "Well, I am a stubborn old bull..." He started to push himself up. Legs and arms shaking with the effort of it.

"Yes you are," Arden groaned as he stood, helping Bryce up as he went. "Just know that if you fall it's your own fault."

The aged Angus huffed and put a hand on Arden's shoulder. "If I fall, let me go. I'll aim for the railing at least."

"If you fall, I'm going with you."

The bull wheezed a laugh, "That'll make headlines. Retired Star, Arden Weiss died today. Dragged down by his old anchor of a husband."

Arden laughed, hiding the tears into Bryce's chest. "Silly bull."

"Mhmm. I love you, Arden."

"Love you too."

The Journal slipped, falling to the ground. Worn cover falling open as pages flipped past, landing on the final page.

The End