Ocean Depths part 16
#16 of Ocean Depths
Ocean Depths part 16
By Roofles
Lucas woke up groaning, rolling his shoulders and arching his back. A sharp pain going through both. He grumbled turning over, feeling the warm fur of Carlson next to him. That thick brown fur brushing against his side made him feel all warm and tingling inside. His shoulder with the rather defined teeth marks on it had a dull ache to it. His backside pounded every couple of seconds like the beating of drums, with a constant torrent of pain from the previous night's endeavors. He hadn't had such a good night in a very long time.
He stretched his legs under the sheets, before tangling them up with the man next to him. Cuddling up to his chest and letting out a very exhausted breath. The otter stirred, wrapping an arm around him slowly before roughly pulling him into a tight hug. Carlson rolled onto him a bit before nuzzling his head, mumbling gibberish as his sleep addled mind fell back into slumber. Lucas blushed a bit, feeling the hot air against his face as the otter breathed. The naked man grinding subconsciously against him as he nuzzled him with his muzzle; against his cheek, licking his tender shoulder as the paws gripped his back.
He flinched as the tongue brushed it. That rough tongue pulling on it as it slurped off leaving a coating of saliva. Lucas let out a steady breath. He hugged Carlson's lower back, feeling him scoot closer at his touch. That long lithe body curled around him like the otter plush that had been knocked to the floor; curling around him as if he was the heart that plush hugged so tightly. His flexible frame hooked around him, tail nearly touching his nose that rested his against his shoulder.
Another lumbered breath escaped the otter as he rubbed against him. That warm fur brushing over his bare skin again making him feel that giddy tingling feeling inside. The otter rolled over him a bit more, resting fully against him, mumbling something again against him before dozing off. A rumble escaped his chest as he wrapped his other arms around him, hugging him securely against him. The otter repositioned his hips and legs, resting on his knees in the bed his chest and stomach pushing down on him. Carlson rubbed his face against his chest, growling loudly with pleasure.
"Morning to you too," Lucas smiled scratching the back of his head, ears and neck. He kept scratching his neck. The sides and under his chin as he continued, loving the feel of that thick fur between his fingers. Thick and downy, softer than it appeared that under layer feeling like velvet against his fingertips. "Last night was something else," he groaned as a sharp pain came from his rear end as the otter pressed against him, nosing his chest.
Carlson licked it, slurping from his belly button all the way up to his neck. "It was better than anything I could've asked for. Ready for round two?" The otter growled looking up at him lustfully his appearance of sleep was just a facade.
Lucas smiled, scratching under his chin a bit more making him chirp happily. "I think I'll have to take a rain check." He noted the blood spots next to him. "I got to heal up from last time." He scratched a bit more, the otter closing his eyes.
"You have no idea how good that feels." He barely said through clenched teeth trying not to let out the whine escaping from his throat.
"I'd imagine. Here," Lucas nudged his shoulder until he rolled onto his back looking up at him with those big blues. He scratched from his neck down to his belly, making sure to get nice and deep under that fur against the skin. Back and forth, up and down, side to side. The otter going limp under his hands, stretching and rocking back and forth from side to side, letting out a large whine as it finally escaped him. Lucas rubbed his belly several times. His whole body was lithe with toned muscle but his belly still had a pudge to it.
"Thought so," Lucas laughed scratching a lot more. Any animal enjoyed a good scratch. Thicker fur would only make things worst he imagined. One of the many downsides to having fur. The warmth radiating from the body next to him made him smile, one of the small down sides to it at least he corrected to himself.
Carlson groaned rolling his neck around and stretching his toes and thumping his tail. "I give," he whined nuzzling his chest with his nose. "You win."
Lucas leaned back, closing his eyes against the dull ache still plaguing him. "Why stop? You seemed to enjoy it."
The otter grinned, nosing his neck. "If that's the rule," he growled licking up his neck and along his chin. He bumped noses, before brushing his lips across his. Letting out his breath, and sealing their lips tightly shut. Not even needing to try to coax Lucas's lips open as he gave up, opening up to the tongue that slid in, tasting him and kissing him passionately in turn. Pushing him back against the sheets, licking his lips and teeth, along his tongue; before just kissing him again.
Carlson growled pulling away letting Lucas catch his breath. "You take my breath away," Lucas rolled his eyes at the ridiculous otter. Carlson straddled his hips, arching his back as he yawned the last remnants of sleep off. He wiggled his ears and smacked his lips. "And you think otter tastes good."
Lucas pushed him off. "You're such a dork." He leaned up stretching a bit before realizing he was still naked, quickly pulling the blankets up embarrassed.
"I've already seen it all." Carlson offered resting on his side, propping his head up with an elbow showing off his naked self without a care in the world or the slightest signs of humility.
"I know it's just," Lucas blushed a bit keeping the silver lavender blanket over himself still.
"Just what?" The otter smirked a bit. He flexed his chest and legs, and arms grinning from ear to ear. "I like what I see, don't you."
Lucas rolled his eyes leaning back before yawning himself closing his eyes and doing his best to hide his erection. "Yes, you're fucking handsome. We get it."
Carlson sly paw rubbed down his side and against his thigh. "So you like what you see, huh?"
"Yes, yes." Lucas kept his eyes closed trying not to focus on the warm paw squeezing his thigh.
"Good, I'd hate if you thought I was a hideous beast." The otter growled nuzzling his neck as that paw slide in a bit more, wrapping his padded webbed fingers around him, giving it a good rub.
Lucas groaned back trying to pry the otter's fingers off but Carlson had no inclination of letting him go giving another good rub; those padded webbed fingers working their way up to fondle the tip, a blunt claw rubbing across the tender head making Lucas jump. "Y-your very lovely," Lucas said clenching his toes.
"And?" The otter grinned pressing the issue.
"Handsome, and attractive, and loveable and the best fucking lay I've ever had!" Lucas said with a single breath, taking a sharp breath the next second as that blunt claw slid off as his paw let go.
Carlson smirked "that wasn't too hard was it?"
"Not as hard as this?" Lucas motioned down a bit. Carlson's head disappeared under the covers his muzzle easily wrapping around him as that long slimy tongue wrapped around it. Lucas groaned pulling the sheets as he caved in, laying back as the otter went to town. Licking that tender head and down its length, nipping at the sensitive underside before going down on it again; able to easily get the full thing in his muzzle. There wasn't a damn thing Lucas would change about him.
His muzzle served so perfectly for blowjobs that Lucas was surprised this was the first time he ever thought of a fur in such a way. He couldn't do much but groan and pull the sheets at his side as the otter suckled him like a nursing newborn. His feet rolled in their sockets as the otter continued.
Carlson growled deeply as he gave it a good suck bobbing up and down, his whiskers brushing Lucas's sides as his nose buried itself in his untrimmed hair again and again. That large tongue roughly licking at the tip making Lucas's legs tighten and his breath grow shallow.
Lucas groaned twisting his legs bucking up into that warm muzzle. Again bucking his hips and breathing between clench teeth. Carlson grabbed his thighs and pulled him with one last jerk into his muzzle before Lucas caved in again to the otter.
Carlson swallowed, staying underneath to covers a little longer than need be. He nuzzled his belly, licking at a few times as he tasted him in his muzzle. Letting out a forced breath as he drank in his smell, before pulling himself away and working his way up his chest with soft nips and kisses. His nose sticking out of the blankets, his face hidden underneath, as he rested on his chest.
Lucas kissed that nose. "You treat me to much."
The muzzle on his chest grinned; a large thumping of his tail could be heard against the bed.
Lucas scratched his neck again looking up at the ceiling as the otter lay across him, beginning to doze again. The fingers rubbing his neck making the otter lose himself in the feel of it all. Lucas didn't want to move the otter off him. That thick fur was warmer and softer than any blanket he had ever had. He could stay like this for hours, just losing himself in the feel of it. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about. Then again he never thought he'd up with such a man before either.
Carlson actually took his breath away. He was so warm and friendly, with such an upbeat attitude and view of life. He lived in the moment with such an abundance of energy. The otter could do so much better than him and yet here they were just cuddling as the two lay amongst the sheets, in a 'den' no less. He had heard several different aspects the 'community' used to make things feel more natural for them but a den had never come up. He could see why someone would want one, just a place for him and the otter.
They were natives, if history served correctly. Beings that lived off the earth and only advanced as far as they needed to survive. But once the settlers came everything changed for the better and worst. Although he never heard of it, he got the impression that both sides had benefit greatly from the union. Though civil war was always a fear on everyone's mind.
Lucas closed his eyes as he scratched that neck. The otter on his belly was snoring rather loudly again. A rumble that shook his large frame before letting out an almost chirp like breath before snoring again. It was annoying and cute at the same time. Carlson had been practically perfect except for this one quality. The man he found himself with snored like a lumber mill. And he didn't give a damn in the world about it. Some of his past relationships on the other hand he would have thrown out, but to have him here snoring was like an accomplishment. As if to say that he wanted to stay here. That this otter actually did want to be with him.
He rolled the otter onto his side, the otter shifting in his sleep. He looked over at time biting his lip realizing he didn't have the time. He quickly scooted out of bed, trying to keep it as slow as he could though as to not wake him again and headed for the bathroom. He had work in only an hour or so and he still needed to get a new change of clothes and take a shower. He did his best to do a quick shower but he loitered about trying the several different shampoos' he had spied the previous day. 'Thick and fluffy with extra bounce,' ended up being his favorite. The others smelt a little too fishy for his taste, he liked the sea but he didn't want to smell like it all day. The scentless soup sudded perfectly in his hands and served as a makeshift body wash, being originally used for fur after all.
He snagged the toothbrush on the side, apologizing beforehand before using it. He still smelt like otter, he had hickies all over his chest shoulder and neck. One of his shoulder having distinct teeth mark in it. His backside still ached and he wasn't about to go out with morning breath. He'd buy Carlson a new toothbrush if it came down to it. The toothbrush was elongated at the end, having several more bristles than he was used to. It had been designed for a muzzle in mind.
Lucas snagged the same towel that hung on the wall, regretting it quickly afterwards. Drying himself off he didn't even need to smell it to realize he reeked like otter again. He wrapped the towel around his waist making his way into the den. Carlson still snoozed away, cuddling up with a pillow he only imaged the sleeping otter thought was him.
Things were getting worst he only had a few minutes left, counting the drive, to get to work on time. He wanted to take the day off but he simple couldn't afford it. He had treated himself a bit too much sense he had been with Carl, he had to pay his bills still and couldn't afford much else. He'd be eating ramen for the rest of the month.
He spent a minute trying to figure out what the hell happened to Carlson's pants before realizing that the giant hole in the back was made for his tail. He laughed a bit trying to hide his blush. If he wore those his rump would be exposed the whole time. Looking over at the otter he was sure Carlson wouldn't mind that. Tossing the shorts aside he grabbed a pair of wraps the otter had tucked away. Tying them around his feet he used them as improvised socks, still naked from the waist down though he didn't have the time to find his underwear that had been lost in the fray.
Grabbing the pair in Carlson's shorts he hopped down the hall putting them on, lamenting as he realized they hung lower than normal in order to let the tail hang out in the back. But he simple didn't have time as he put his pants on over them, jumping on one leg feeling the warmth from the used underwear and blushing a bit more as he headed out the apartment.
The drive was uncomfortable enough, having the underwear press against him the whole time. Let alone for going into the shop. Becky was managing the counter and half way into her greeting she stopped forming a sly smile across her face.
"I see you and Carlson are doing well together." The stout grinned from ear to ear showing off her sparkling whites.
"Yes, things are going good." He mumbled heading into the back, running into Tim. Who blushed brightly unable to even give him a proper greeting before heading into the side room where the two could hear several pots breaking.
"Klutsy cat," Becky growled grabbing the broom and heading after him. Lucas could hear Tim squeak as the broom came in contact with his head.
"I'll be in the back if you need me." Lucas began opening the office door before hearing the doorbell. He groaned turning towards it, looking at the bobcat that walked in. Half a dozen other people with him. "Becky, door."
"Busy," she sung from the back as she chased the cat around the room.
Lucas wished more than anything he found a deodorant that wasn't scentless in Carlson's bathroom cabinet. "How can I help you?" He said taking a seat behind the counter.
The bobcat stopped looking at him. Large auburn eyes stared at him intently as if boring into his soul, making Lucas feel even more uncomfortable than he already was. That golden brown fur with splotches of brown waved curving over his body, forming his frame perfectly through the tight swamp green shirt. Lucas flushed a bit more realizing he was actually checking him out to an extent, appreciating that while the bobcat was attractive the otter he had was in another league.
"Yeah," the cat offered leaning over the table. "We were wondering if Tim was in. And if I could get your number?"
The gears slowly turned in Lucas's head before the light bulb went on. He knew he'd seen the cat before. At the New Year's party Tim had dragged him along to, he was the host. Him and some ringtail, though he might've been mistaken. He remembered because the drunken cat hadn't stopped purring sense Tim introduced the two. He was the main reason he had left the party. He'd never so unnerved by an individual in his life. And now he was in the store.
Lucas dialed a few numbers on the phone, the back phone picking up and going on speaker. "Tim, you have a visitor."
They could hear several more pots breaking in the back, which only seemed to fuel the bloodlust Becky had for him. The stout cursed in Spanish making the cat yelp as the broom connected with the back of his skull again. "¡Vete! ¡Vete!" She shouted throwing the broom after the cat who shielded his head as he ran out of the back room, past the group and out the front.
Lucas rolled his eyes, about to retreat to his office for the rest of the day as a paw grabbed his wrist.
"I don't think we were properly introduced." The cat said, that purr kicking on like some kind of engine.
"We've met," Lucas said flatly. He was getting more melancholy with this whole situation. He wanted to nip it in the butt quickly so he could get back to work. He was planning on spending the rest of the day working to make up the day he had missed.
"Alan Gold," the cat said not even seemingly put off by his disposition.
"Charmed, I'm sure." Lucas could feel the a finger rub his wrist. "I've got a boyfriend." Lucas stated. It didn't even seem to put off the cat.
"Oh, I can tell." That sly smile never leaving his face. He let go, leaning against the counter. "I'm sure I could do better for you than him."
"I highly doubt it." Lucas was annoyed but flattered. He hadn't been hit on so many times in the same week before. Though he was worried this was going to be a reoccurring thing. Smelling like a rather horny otter was attracting quiet a crowd. The fact that he had insulted Carlson was beginning to tick him off.
A jet of water splashed across the cat making him jump a foot. "Oh, I'm so~ sorry." Becky said coming around the corner with a hose in hand, something they used to water the plants if something happened to the timed watery machines.
"You little," The cat hissed before getting another jet in his face.
"Now, now. No need for language you piece of cat shit," she said overly friendly with a twisted smile on her face. She sprayed another jet of water at his feet making him jump back. "Unless you have business here please vacate the premises. It's a fire hazard to have garbage hanging about."
"Becky," Lucas tried but went silent as she pointed the hose at him.
"You got work to do don't you?"
Lucas nodded before retreating into the back. He could hear the two fighting in the front. If he hadn't gone to the party he'd have figured Becky was overreacting. But the rumors, he deduced, had been true about the two dating at one point. He wanted to lock the door as a pot crashed outside as the two argued in Spanish. It was hard to tell that Becky was Portuguese on her mother's side and Mexican on her fathers. If she hadn't told him he would've been none the wiser. He couldn't help but wonder what Carlson's heritage was then. It was practically impossible to tell from visual appearance.
At one point he thought that was a good thing but he quickly realized it wasn't the problem that furs had. Racism was something alive even to this day. It was easy to hate a cat when you're a mouse or a dog. While humans bitched and moaned about the difference in their skin, it was a much more apparent characteristic from a horse and an alligator. And it had always been easier to focus on another's appearance than on who they were rather than what.
Lucas had seen his fair share in his day. From both sides. He wished more people would focus less on such trivial matters. But it wasn't something he could possible change, all he could do was be the best he could be. He stared off a bit as he thought about it. Did Carlson feel that way, then? Even if it was for the better it was still a racist thing to do. To treat him better because he was human rather than something else. What if he had been an otter? What then. If he was an otter would Carlson have noticed him. Would he have saved him from the cold rain that stormy night? He wanted to think that he would have.
It was easy to help another that you liked. To help someone you didn't was a feat in itself, something that truly showed ones worth. From what Lucas noticed Carlson treated everyone equally. If someone did something bad he was sure he'd treat them the same as anyone else that did the same exact thing. He didn't want to be arrogant about it but these days it was something else to be able to do that. To hire someone not on their race but on their credibility and abilities. After all Tim had hired him even with their obvious differences.
He groaned shaking his head. "Each their own, to each their own." He mumbled aloud. It wasn't his place to try and change things. All he could do was try his best and move on. He had his own problems after all. One of which was finishing the mountain of paperwork that ended up on his desk. But no matter how much he grinded through paper after paper his thoughts always drifted back to the otter he had woken up next to.