The Simple Things. Chapter Seven.
#7 of The Simple Things
The Simple Things
Chapter Seven
By Roofles
All I could think about for the rest of the day was "what had gone wrong." We weren't dating, we never talked about anything more on such a matter. If I was, if he was or if we were looking - or even about guys walking by. It was a topic we strayed away from. It was just two guys fooling around more so than anything else, wasn't it? Did Richard think more from it? Did he expect more? How could he? I'll only be here for a couple of weeks. Hell we've only known each other for a couple of days!
Maybe it was something else? Though the thought plagued me I couldn't come to a satisfied conclusion as to what it could possibly be. Maybe it was just the time of the month for him or something. That'd both make things easier and far more complicated though.
Even so I did try to get a hold of him but he was off doing tasks for other parts of the department. Mainly delivering things, which allowed him to get out and about and away from me - or so it felt like anyways. Apparently, according to the others in the office, he did this often not wanting to be stuck in his office. I tried to get a hold of him when I found out he wasn't in the building, only to realize I hadn't even exchanged numbers with him yet.
I didn't even know where he lived... I barely knew anything about Richard, now that I think about it. Other than the fact he was a great, passionate lover... Just sitting here in the small cramped storage office that was Richard's, I thought about that. The fact I knew so little. And the fact this wasn't mine, this office. My name wasn't on the door nor did it have a small plaque on the desk like the chocolate labrador did. This wasn't "mine" by any means and being alone here, now, only made that fact more apparent.
"Richard?" A rather pudgy ram repeated the question I had asked a few hours later, still looking for the dog.
"Yeah, do you know where he's at?" I kept it casual seeming as if I wanted to ask the Labrador if he had filed the paper work or not yet. Office talk. Something you'd mention, in passing, at the metaphorical water cooler. Most offices didn't actually have people gathering around such a thing to talk. This place on the other hand might as well have been one giant, metaphorical, water cooler.
"He went to lunch didn't he?" A passing deer spoke up. His antlers were coming in for spring and still had that rubbery, leather substance coating them. The guy kept reaching up to scratch at it and small flakes fell off. I tried not to notice, let alone be disgusted by it.
"I thought he was out with Sheryl," a donkey jumped in seemingly glad to have an excuse to get away from his paper work.
"What would he be doing with Sheryl, isn't she out with Cody?" The ram asked spinning around in his chair now to face the other two and openly talking with them. Whereas he had given me barely an ounce of attention.
"Nah, Cody didn't come in today. His four stomachs hurt," the donkey said and it took me a moment to realize he was making a joke. And I was all but ignored at this point as the conversation drifted off into a direction that really didn't help me with my issue.
So I ended up retreating back to my office, once refilling my mug of coffee. It was a good enough excuse to leave the office, to get coffee. It felt so dreary without Richard to light the place up with his smile and I found myself seeking any excuse to leave it, this office he wasn't in. I couldn't imagine seeing the dog in there by himself every day. It was cruel to put such a happy canine like him into that prison cell.
Without Richard as a buffer I found myself rather isolated from the rest of the office. Though he had introduced me to a few of the others, they all but now forgot my existence. I didn't realize how much Richard had helped me settle in. At least I was able to exchange a few polite greetings and goodbyes as people slowly began to drift out as the day was drawing to a close. Nothing like how he would manage such a thing.
I still hadn't seen that upbeat chocolate lab, though that was mostly my own fault. Seeing Mr. Tundra come out of his office, strutting around as if he owned the place (conveniently without the other two head bosses around); I decided it best to just hide within my office and pretend to be doing office work. I wish I could've just lost myself in the job as I had done so many times before. My eyes kept looking up however as if hoping the dog was about to walk in any minute now. It never did, making me wonder how he actually kept this job.
It was as I was leaving, far earlier than I had planned (not like I was getting any work done as it was distracted as I am); that I asked the receptionist where Richard lived.
"He forgot his briefcase," I motioned picking up the one he had left in the office. I highly doubted he needed it and the rattling inside wasn't that of paperwork, I didn't even try to figure out what it could be. "Best if he had it. Got a project due here soon." I added getting the skeptical look from the hyena.
The big set girl gave me the once over with eyes that clearly was saying "really," doubting my already flimsy excuse. I held my ground though and with an award winning smile finally got her to give me the information, though begrudgingly so.
"Make sure to leave my name out of how you got this, mh-hm!" She added the last part with a roll of the eyes, turning in her chair and going back to doing her acrylic nails. What an attitude.
I left out a thank you or a simple good bye knowing she'd just roll it off. With the address I quickly packed up the rest of my stuff and loaded it into my rental car. It took some searching on my phone to find out where the hell the place was or even how to get there. And still I was confused by the time I was pulling out of the parking lot.
It took me nearly an hour to navigate the freeways and loops to get in the general direction of the place. I hate the big city. I don't even know how people get around here. Waiting behind a hundred cars, not even moving and roasting alive in the spring sun.
By the time I got to neighborhood my coat was off, tie undone and the front of my shirt opened with slight sweat stains under my arms. I didn't even care at the point I got out of the car. Even before I took a step out, I regretted coming here.
There are some neighborhoods you shouldn't go too. I was thankful the sun was still up but even driving down the street I was getting several stares, whispers and fingers pointed at me from the various folks. This was defiantly not a human friendly place to be. I wouldn't stay long and decided to park as close to the house as possible. If I left it out on the corner or near the sidewalk I was sure it would be broken into.
I pulled out my phone as if about to let Richard know I was here before remembering I hadn't even gotten his number. Damnit, this really wasn't my day. I'd drop off the briefcase, give an apology and try to recover some dignity before spending the rest of the three weeks here in the office.
"Coming," I heard from the other side of the door before it even opened. Several locks were removed, unchained or snapped so they weren't bolted into the wall before the door gave a crack and a fuzzy face looked out to see me.
The dalmatian was nearly Richard's size and, other than being a dalmatian, could've been his brother. Covered with thin white fur and black spots the dog looked at me for several moments before back over his shoulder.
"Anyone order a human?" He said so blatantly it made me wince. I didn't hear any sort of animosity to his voice. The dalmatian didn't even seem to notice he had said it the way he did and at least didn't seem annoyed by seeing me. "No?" He got some response from inside before looking back at me. "Sorry we don't take solicitations."
"Right." I gave him a moment to study his features. It really is impossible to understand a dog without seeing their tail. His face was blank and not even a whisker twitched. Though he did sniff at me. "Is Richard here?" I asked before lifting up the briefcase. "He forgot this at the office." I added on after getting little response from my question.
"Oh," was all I really got and we stood there for a couple of seconds. "One second." And the door shut in my face making me wince again. Several locks were replaced before I heard him leave on the other side. Some muffled voices were my only real indication that he had actually tried to find the dog.
I must've stood there for a minute or two before deciding I'd just see him tomorrow. Heading back towards the driveway I heard the locks get undone once more and the door open up. The door opened fully and I could see the dalmatian in his prime.
Wearing short shorts, even in gay standards, the dog was sporting a hefty package - it was kind of hard not to notice. His tight fitting sleeveless shirt formed nicely around his muscular body defining his runners build. The short fur helped accentuate his form even further rather than hiding it like most did. Muscular thighs and a tight ass finished the already decent picture as he turned around, motioning me inside.
"I didn't think you'd actually drop by." The dalmatian started off with a short wag of his skinny tail. "Richard mentioned he worked with a human." He added as I followed, cautiously, behind.
"He mentioned me?" I asked giving a half wave at the bull terrier and husky on the couch. Both were shirtless and playing one of the new consoles that had come out. The terrier was only in his boxers and the husky had his shorts opened up. Both gave me a once over before going back to their game, neither caring they were basically naked with a stranger in their home.
It could've been far worse though. They could've mugged me right there and then. Not like it hadn't happened before.
"Only like twice or so, pffsh." The bull terrier jumped in even before the dalmatian had a chance too.
"Every hour." The husky added standing up as he button mashed the controller. I heard a distinct "69 combo!" from the fighting game they were playing and a loud curse came from the terrier afterward.
"Bull-fucking-shit!" The dog kicked the table with enough force to knock it onto the side. One of the legs popped off and the husky, with a laugh, bent over to fix it.
"Your own fuckin' fault for picking that gay ass fucker. One hit wonder fuck." The red fur husky barked a laugh and the two nearly got into a fist fight over it before going back to the game as the next round started.
"Lively bunch," I mumbled more to myself keeping the corner of my eye on them just in case.
"Yup," was the shrug of a response I got. "Patch," he added and with a raised eyebrow in return went on. "My name that is. Patch because of," he turned around lifted up his shirt to show off a rather large black spot where it looked like several other spots had grouped up to become one. The only problem was it was on his ass. Dog's seemed to have no shame. Seeing as how he wasn't wearing any underwear and his pink pucker was a hard image to get out of my head.
"Alexander." I replied looking away and clearing my throat. I offered a hand as he turned back around, adjusting his shorts and shirt. He looked at it for a second before giving it a sniff.
"Charmed," he added with a wink seeing my expression and giving a laugh before motioning towards the back. "Rich is in our room." I didn't ask about the 'our' part.
The house was a two room place. It was run down and the carpet an ugly brown. The couches looked as if they were picked off the streets and the cupboards in the kitchen were tilted to one side. The floor was warped and the chugging sound like a train was coming from the dish washer, which I was sure was smoking. The faucet was leaking and there were a couple of hot plates on top of the stove. The walls were water stained and not a picture or frame could be held on the cheap plaster.
I had a nicer place when I was putting myself through business school.
"Thanks," I gave Patch a half wave as he headed into the kitchen to get his ramen off one of the hot plates. He joined the other two in the living room as I headed into the back. The bathroom to my side looked like something you'd see at a back water fuel station and I ended up covering my nose.
I took a deep breath, standing in front of the door that was Richard's (seeing as how the first was empty), looked it out and gave a single knock on it. It creaked opened and I eyed the door knob. It didn't have a latch on it so it opened with a single knock. This place might as well be labeled a hazard zone.
I had half a mind to put my coat back on before going in but the whole house was already broiling hot. The windows were open and I wasn't surprised to see Richard panting open maw as he turned to face me as I walked in with a weak "hello?"
The chocolate Labrador had his shirt stripped off and a loose pair of shorts, zipped open. He wasn't wearing anything underneath either. I tried to ignore the small pile of fur on the desk he was sitting at.
"It's shedding season." He replied with a frown seeing what I was looking at. He pushed the pile off and into the trash. The whole thing was filled with fur.
"I was wondering why I had a fur ball this morning." I offered with a weak laugh. Richard didn't even twitch a whisker at my comment. "I brought your briefcase." I gave a hopeful grin lifting it up.
"Oh," Richard said and his ears drooped a half inch looking at it.
"You left it at the office." I gave it a shake.
"I always leave it at the office." He replied.
"Oh," I replied lowering it down a bit and rubbing the plastic handle.
The room was rather spacious for a place for two large canine-sapiens to room in. The bookshelf in the corner had several toy action figures, lego pieces, dvds of several different seasons of shows and a collection of assorted, colorful adult toys. A desk sat next to a closet without doors; the closet was filled with dirty laundry. A desktop and twin laptops were crammed onto the desk. With several dvds, empty bowls, soda and beer cans piled up between, around and on top of them. One massive bed took up the rest of the room. A single bed without a bed sheet but enough blankets to supply a small village with. The whole place stunk of male.
"Nice place," I said clearing my throat at the lame response. At least it was something to say.
"I need to clean up a bit." Richard scratched his cheek looking around the mess. He scratched his chest quickly and gnawed on his arm, cursing under his breath as he rubbed at his fur. "Too fucking hot." And picked off another clump of fur.
"Well it has to be like ninety degrees in here." I half laughed pulling at the neck of my shirt. "It really is too damn hot." I muttered looking around the dark room. The only light was coming from the computer screen. Richard had minimized the program he was looking at showing off his scooby-doo on a red doggie house back ground. The great dane was lazing out, upside down on it.
"Only?" Richard grumbled picking at his fur and dropping more pieces into the trash.
"Well," I said setting the briefcase down and rubbed the back of my neck. "Good to see your place. Finally." I added the last part trying to joke with him some more. It was odd seeing Richard without a smile on his face, though the open panting maw offered a sort of smile. It was hard to tell if he was or wasn't.
"Oh yeah, been meaning to invite you over for ages." Richard added with a roll of his eyes and a half scoff. He grabbed a beer can, downed it and tossed crushed it in a hand. The heat was bothering him obviously as he scratched at his chest once more, panting loudly.
I gave him a moment. "Sorry," I started rather clumsily. "About this morning." I went on as he looked up at me. "I just...not looking for a relationship is all." I swallowed loudly trying to give a reassuring smile. "Is all." I finished with a face plant.
Richard raised that hook in his eyebrow and tilted his head. He blinked once with those uncooked brownie eyes. Then once more. Then barked a laugh, tilted his head back as he laughed. I heard a thump of his tail against the chair and watched as he stood up a bit, having to use the desk for some support.
"Relationship? What the fuck you talking about?" He said a bit crudely though he was smiling, tail wagging a bit and smiling over at me now with lit eyes. I could tell he was a bit tipsy but I was just glad to see him smiling again.
"Well I mean about the whole other night," I coughed again a bit embarrassed at the thought. "You were just so...passionate and all..."
"Well fuck," he laughed and opened his arms up in common gesture of good will. And quickly walked over, nearly stumbling, and falling on me in a hug. "The hell man," he grinned toothily wagging his tail. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he panted. "That wasn't nothin," he teased. I could tell, obviously, he was glad to see me and that eased my worries.
"Well then the hell was your problem?" I offered feeling a flush fill my cheeks and smiled back as he hugged me tightly - far more physically affectionate than I ever could be. His body was warm, far too warm for a spring day. Still it was good to feel that soft, semi waxy dog fur once more. He stunk though, strong male musk from the hot day. I didn't mind.
"I," Richard coughed a bit, letting go and standing back. His ears drooped then stood, then splayed out as a torrent of emotions coursed through his head and displayed on his face. Richard was easy to read when he was like this every thought or feeling displayed so clearly. Tail rising, falling, drooping, sticking under his legs as his whiskers twitched and eyes filled with animated life. "I just..."
I rolled my eyes. "Dude," I tried to play off as if we were like five years younger. Richard did make me feel younger, that was for sure. "It was awesome." I winced at more poor crudely "bro" speech. "I hadn't had such a...nice time," I tried to offer delicately wishing I chosen better. "I don't regret anything." I finished, assuring him in the end of things and he wagged his tail. "I don't." I repeated again with a smile.
"Ok," was his response as it had been before. This time was brimming with life. And though I could smell alcohol on his breath the grin on his face wasn't brought on by it. "I didn't either." He said and I didn't point out I already knew that; seeing how...intimate he had been before.
"You always so affectionate during it?" I coughed a bit flushing some more. Richard continued to pant, wagging his tail and not even seeming to notice my discomfort. Getting a random lay was one thing, what happened the other night stays with you though (and not only the fact he was a dog though).
"It?" He inquired with a lewd grin and I rolled my eyes playing off of it.
"Fucking, pillow biting, butt humping fun times." I got a bigger grin from that.
He shrugged. "Sometimes." He said simple enough and I was glad I could talk with him again like this.
"So what the fuck was the problem." I asked once more. He looked embarrassed now.
"Well," he cleared his throat and took a seat slowly on the bed. I tried not to stare at his groin as he sat down, leg spread. "Before you seemed to regret doing it, with me. An when ya was at the office... And then you were with Mr. Tundra... And then back smelling like..." Richard grumbled a bit with a deep frown thinking it over and depressing himself with the thoughts.
It took me a moment before it dawned on me. I shook my head with a laugh. "The fucker," yes once more I was trying to be a bro. "Tried to get all over me. I shoved him off and ran to the comfort of your arms." I teased at the end and I was sure, to my surprised, Richard flushed. Ears folding back and eyes going a bit wide. "It was nothing. Really, I would never." I added the last part more for Richard.
He smiled softly, wagged his tail. "Sorry. Just I figured you regretted it," he said choosing the word I had used. "Because I was just a dog." Richard said sheepishly now and gave a weak grin, looking up at me and wagging just the very tip of his tail. I took a moment to soak in the image, carving it into my memory bank of the nearly naked dog with such an expression on his face, legs still spread open.
Half drunk Richard was both amusing to watch and...well adorable as all hell. "Just a dog?" I asked looking over at the spot next to him, he patted it several times and scooted over. So, with a shrug, I joined him on the bed. He sat a little closer than I would be, normally, comfortable with. I could smell his musk. Feel his warmth. And shivered as he set a paw on my thigh; I was sure just in a friendly gesture.
"Well yeah," he looked away a bit and I felt his grip tighten a bit on my thigh. "I mean...I'm no wolf or anything," he said in no more than a grumbling whisper. It was clear it was a rather major issue he had though. Both a look of anger and pain crossed his face as if it hadn't been the first time this had happened. And I recalled what Mr. Tundra had said earlier about a real canine.
I had to take a moment on that. This guy was a looker as it was, I mean for a canine-sapien that was. He was fit, muscular but not overly so as to be imposing. Richard took good care of himself; his grooming routine alone must've taken hours. His fur was smooth, silky even and was clean to the touch unlike some of the other dog's, I mean canine-sapiens, I've come across. And though his...musk was rich, his very presence was heart warming and...arousing. To think he was insecure about something about "just being a dog" was nearly laughable in and of itself. Richard's personality alone set him apart from any "wolf."
I laughed at that and shook my head. Richard folded his ears and scooted away a bit, abashed at the reaction. I didn't mean to insult him by any means but it really was a laughable case. It made me like him more though, the fact he wasn't really aware of it and wasn't an arrogant douche knowing just how great he was. And to know he wasn't perfect either made things easier for a guy like me.
"That has to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard." I rested my head in my hand with another laugh. I nudged his side when he drooped more. "You could get anyone you wanted. And here I am worrying you had a problem cause I'm not...well," I cleared my throat a bit and chuckled motioning down at myself. I placed a hand on his thigh and gave him a smile. "You don't have to worry about this ever."
"Well for a cream puff maybe," Richard smiled back, tail wagging softly once more. He nudged me with his whole side. I could feel his thigh flex as I held it. His hand drifted from my thigh onto my own hand. He gave it a squeeze. "Cream puff," he growled a bit and nosed at me.
"Easy does it Fido," I said giving him a push. There was moment before he smiled back. "Sorry," I added catching myself. "I..." I cleared my throat feeling it growing a bit dry on the matter. I had almost called him old yellow the other day. It was hard not to reference him to some type of...well dog.
"It's alright." Richard said. "I'd be careful around Maximus though. The terrier," he added. "He has a bit of an issue about that kind of thing."
"I'll keep that in mind." I smiled at the thought I'd be hanging around more often. Richard was the only friend I had in town after all during my business trip. And I was glad to have him as a friend, to be able to hang out with him. See his friends. It was nice to have a link to a social life. "So... you share a bed with Patch?" I asked changing the subject and teasing him on the matter hoping for a reaction.
Richard just confirmed it without even hesitating. "Yeah, though it's a bitch on summer nights." He added giving me some more space and panting open muzzle once more. "Not bad on the cold ones," he gave me a sly wink. I gave him a look and he stopped. "It's not uncommon." He clarified, a bit defensive. "Not like we do anything...often," he looked away a bit. "Just nice to have something to cuddle I mean." He cleared his throat and I saw his eyes drift over to the colorful adult toys on the shelf.
"It's fine." I waved it off keeping my own opinions on the matter to myself. Be it cultural difference or just his own business, it wasn't my business what he does. "I bet he's a good rump." I tried to joke off of it. Though it was awkward even to me.
"Eh," Richard waved his hand one way to the other. "He's a bit...bitchy. And needy as fuck. An small." Richard rolled his eyes exaggerating I was sure for my sake. "Just not my type."
"And your type is?" I nudged his side.
"The cream filled kind." He nosed and I gave him a strong shove, I barely budged the dog.
"Hey!" He said loudly making me jump. He scooted back on the bed as I watched him. The chocolate labrador laid out fully on it. "You can give me a belly rub now!"
I honestly took a moment, just looking at the nearly naked dog laying back with his legs open looking down his body at me. "Excuse me?" Was all I could really say.
"Give. Meh. A. Bell-eh ru-ub." He pronounced slowly before giving a large grin and several wags of his tail. "I'm itchy as fuck. Help a dog out. Rub my belly!" Richard begged now and nudged me with a bare hind-paw. He pushed it against me once more before wrapping the leg around me so I was sitting between his legs. "I'll return the favor," he gave a crude grin. "Rub you down." I was sure even if I didn't rub him he'd rub me; that just sounds odd...
"What are friends for?" I rolled my eyes and scooted up next to him, half laying and propping myself up on an arm as I scratched his belly. His offer was tempting as it was.
Richard sucked in his gut, folding his ears back clearly surprised I had actually done it but was wagging his tail even faster as my fingers ran under his thick fur and felt the hot skin underneath. It was smoother than I thought and felt nice against my finger tips as I slowly scratched up and down over his belly and side.
He gave a soft groan and ooohs and aaahs every now and then as I laid down a bit continuing the treatment as I scratched away. I gave a chuckle but didn't say anything else on the matter.
It was hot in the room even with the window cracked open. So after a minute or two more ticked by I undid the rest of my shirt. Undoing one button at a time and stopped rubbing his belly in the process. Richard perked an ear at that and though I had planned on just leaving it at that, just opening the shirt up, the chocolate labrador helped me out of it tossing it to the side and far out of my reach. He rubbed over my naked chest now with both his hands looking me over.
His body was warm, hot even to the touch and things only grew more uncomfortable as one paw strayed down my semi fuzzy chest, over my small belly and down to my pants. Dull claws unhooked my belt easily enough and zipped them down. I half figured he just wanted to help me relax, and he sure did a few moments after he cupped me fully and leaned closer against me, rubbing against my back as he half hugged and molested me from behind.
Richard's finger tips rubbed under my groin, cupping it fully in his strong hand-paw as he leaned in and nosed at my neck. I shivered as that hot thick, long tongue stroked over my neck with a long lick. I couldn't say anything as he stole my voice away.
"I'm glad you came," Richard murred softly nosing at me some more from behind, nuzzling the whole crook of my neck with his muzzle.
"I usually glad when I cum too." I teased back shifting my weight and trying not to focus on the paw still groping me both tenderly as well roughly. Rubbing with his thumb and holding me tightly, securely with the rest of his digits, Richard showed no sign of wanting to let go. I got a deep, amused I could tell, growl at what I said. And his hand-paw only rubbed, kneading more at me until I groaned for him.
"Oh you," Richard teased breathing hotly against me and making me begin to sweat a bit, wanting to begin panting along with him. His words made me flush though, lustful as they were and yet there was that trace of something more that made me wonder how much Richard was enjoying this.
Richard nosed at me and I felt my own hand rubbing against his arm that had wrapped itself around me; I could feel his heavy breaths and the pounding of his heart on my back; that broad chest and smooth fur, warm flesh underneath with a musky tinge to it rubbing all over me from behind. His weight felt good against me and his secure embrace made me want to nod off right there and then.
"Stay the night," Richard murred once more though it sounded almost as a beg. "Patch can sleep outside for all I care," he half-joked though I was sure he'd kick the dalmatian out if that became the problem or reason I didn't stay.
"We got work," I tried to say in protest but he kneaded more into my groan with that hand making my lustful mind protest against my protest. It was just like the other night, once you get into that mood it was hard to think rationally about anything. And being with Richard, it could feel that way at a drop of a hat - or pants in his case.
"You can drive us then," Richard just said picking apart the issue as he rubbed against me, nosing at me and lightly licking my chin. "Stay, keep me company, I don't want to be lonely." He teased begging a bit at the end and playing off his cute disposition with another nuzzle against me.
Richard moved back a bit giving me a clear view of the nearly naked dog as I looked over my shoulder. He thumb his already open jeans and pulled them down lightly to show off his plump sheath and let a single fatty ball roll out. "Please don't leave me alone," he stuck out his bottom lip, eyes wide and ears drooping back looking helpless like a stray dog caught out in the rain. His tail wagged and gave away how much he was enjoying seeing my expression.
I pre'd a little at the sight.
"Oh shut up." I laughed covering my face a bit and moving away from him, if only to get a better look as I flushed brightly, biting my lower lip at the sight.
Such strong powerful legs, a sturdy upper body and a smile that could warm even a frozen heart. He gave me that smile as he also gave a sly wink and nosing at the air in front of me. His nose twitched and he licked over it. He opened his legs, invitingly so, some more.
"I'm glad I washed the sheets today." He said making me quirk an eyebrow this time around. "That way it'll smell like you in the morning." I flushed at that, laughed and gave him a chuckle. "Make you smell like me all night." He half sung with a chuckle.
"Shut up," I said once more as he scooted over to join me, flipping over at crawling at me with a soft "rawr". "Your so romantic." I rolled my eyes and gave him another shove as he got closer. He didn't budge and just moved next to me. He smiled happily and nosed at me some more.
He moved and I held my breath as he climbed on top of me his groin in my face to the point I could smell only him; his shorts hung down until they covered his knees. Richard was only reaching over to fish out around the ground a bit, rubbing a bit crassly against me now until his full sheath brushed my cheek, before finding the remote he had been searching for. He settled back down before looking over at me, lifting that eyebrow up. "What?"
"Next time buy me dinner before you face rape me." I replied rubbing my cheek. My face was going to stink now of Richard groin. He grinned.
"I'll keep that in mind." And with that wrapped an arm around me, hugged me against him and flipped the small tv in the corner on; I hadn't even noticed it before. "Are you hungry?" He asked setting the remote down, the tv droned in the background if only for that background noise. His paw rubbed down my chest and teased at my groin a bit but behaved himself this time around, the tease. His paw just roamed over my lightly his eyes following where it went, his other hand just holding me tightly.
"Maybe later," I offered shivering a bit as he closed the already short distance between us; his nose was cold. I could feel the heat radiating off of him in contrast. It made me sweat. And my pants grew even more uncomfortable. So Richard, the good Samaritan he was, stripped them off for me as he noticed I adjusted myself in discomfort. He was such a good guy. He was more than happy to discard the pants, my wallet and cell phone still in the pocket. He looked back at me, smiled and nosed at my groin a bit playfully as if he were bumping a tennis ball towards me.
I gave him a chuckle, flushing a bit and grabbed a sheet to cover my nakeness. Not that I was bad looking, above average I'd say (if only for my ego sake); Richard caught my hand and smile softly, with a shake of his head. "It's hot." He just said and ran a hand over my chest. His eyes nearly devouring it. "And your lovely." I smiled at him at that. "I could sniff and lick you all day." And then he ruined it.
"Shut up," I found myself saying seeing as how those were the only two words my brain could think of when this dog spoke such words with such ease. He made it seem so natural, I envied him for that charisma.
"What?" He teased nosing at me. He nosed under my arm a bit. "I could you know." He teased some more sniffing, wrinkling his nose and laughing. I gave him a playful push and he nuzzled into my hand, so I pet over his head and scratched that thick neck of his. The fur just felt good between my fingers. It was comforting, like he was. If he wanted I would sniff and lick him all over, if only to make him happy.
Richard pressed his nose against me, licking over my chest a bit as I cradled his head against me still scratching his neck. He was nearly on all fours, leaning and laying against me as he kissed my chest softly. One hand rested against my chest, the other helped support him.
"It wouldn't be so bad, would it?" He asked still nosing at me. He took another sniff and chuckled, wrinkling his nose. His nose dipped down to nose at my groin some more making me squirm. He wagged his tail at this.
"Wouldn't what?" I had to ask at the teasing dog. I still held his larger head in my arms, holding him against me as he scooted a half inch closer, curving his back a bit as he licked out at my groin.
"Having a relationship." He said lightly, playfully so, looking up from the somewhat awkward position he was in. It was light and easy, the way he spoke, but I could hear the traces of hope in it.
"We already do, though." I smiled back as he looked up at me now. I nuzzled down at the top of his head. "Your my best friend." And he wagged his tail at that. "That won't ever change." And he hugged me deeply at that.
"Richard," I tried to protest as the fact it was still ninety degrees in this room, let alone with a rather warm fuzzy canine-sapien snuggling your body. "It's too hot." I tried to say. He licked over my chest and up my neck and around it.
I tried not to groan as he nestled his own groin on top of mine, hugging my legs with his own and giving me another strong squeeze as he rested against me. I was sweating and he didn't mind, he just pressed further against me, licking at me and holding me for the rest of the night.
"Richard." I said once more though it came out as a semi groan as he gnawed on my neck lightly with his teeth, not even worrying if it bruised and at one point I was sure he was trying too.
"What?" I teased through his teeth. "You gave me a rub," he pressed one hand against my groin. "I'm just returning the favor." He kneaded over it making me wince slightly, flexing before relaxing into that grip. "Do you not want it?" He asked still waiting for an answer as he had before.
"Yeah, yeah I really do." Was all I could say to that face.