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*Book Three : Getting harder to breathe *

Chapter One : A week till winter break

A gentle breeze brushed through the parker house as a certain feline was busy in the kitchen. Timmy had a blissful smile upon his calm face, while his nose took in the smell of his barbecue plum pork roast that was cooking in the oven. His paws were now mashing the potatoes, while the vegies were steaming behind him.

Cooking was a hobby for Timmy. He didn't do it very much, but when he did the meal was always perfectly cooked.

Timmy could cook anything. He didn't need a recipe or somebody to guide him. He just needed to know what it was, and when they needed it buy.

Timmy soon let the masher go, looking down at his phone and smiling as he saw it was two minutes till five thirty, when everybody was due home.

It was funny to have all your friends have work. He had been home alone since the early hours of the morning. Ryan had work at the cinema, Sammy at the clothes store, and Rob at the sports shop.

They all finished their long eight hour shifts at around five this afternoon, and Timmy thought it would be nice for them to come home to a nice cooked meal, have a shower while it's cooling down, then the group would be able to chat and eat while enjoying each other's company.

Timmy's ears perked up as he head the oven give a loud clear ding. He turned and padded over, grabbing the safety gloves before pulling the two gently purpled pork bellies out from the scalding hot oven.

He took one look and smiled knowing that they were perfect. He then brought them over to the counter, pulling out the electric knife from the draw at his knees, and began his cutting process.

It was then he heard voices at the door. Timmy smiled as he looked up for a second from the blades. He didn't see anybody yet bit he giggled as he heard the door open and sudden groans sound down the hall way.

"What is that?" Robs voice asked as three sets of hurried paws made their way towards Timmy. Three massive smiles and complete with three matching rumbling bellies.

"Oh dear god," Sammy groaned as he saw the meal before him. His eyes wandering to the pork, to the mashed potato, and then over to the steaming carrots and greens. "Ryan if you don't marry this feline I will!"

"Oh he couldn't stop it now," Ryan chuckled, making his way in to his feline with a smile, "This is a done deal!"

Timmy would give a little laugh as he put the knife down, turning to welcome his mate home with a hug and some gentle kisses.

"How was work?" Timmy asked,

"Awful!" Ryan replied, "Was away from you too long!"

"Oh god you sap!" Timmy joked before giving a small giggle.

"You need to work on taking my love!" Ryan said pouting,

"Oh I do take your love!" Timmy said, "All nine inches."

Ryan couldn't help but purr at that comment, letting his mate go so he could get back to cooking. "you all have a shower and get into something more comfortable. I will plate it all up and get it ready!"

"Wanna come with me?" Ryan asked with a smile,

"I have to keep this from getting cold." Timmy said apologetically. "I'll shower with you later. Promise." Timmy said smiling, giving his mates chest a gentle rub.

"Okay kitten." Ryan chuckled a little, leaning in to give Timmy a soft to his cheek. Timmy smiled and continued with his job, getting it all plated, completing the table with cutlery and glasses of red wine before the tiger sat at his side of the table.

He smiled as he saw at what he had made, giving himself an internal pat on the back as he waited for a few minutes as his friends made their way back to the table.

It was then the four had their long and happy discussion. They told each other about their day, about some of the customers, and about co-workers.

It was the usual dinner time, but mostly it had been with take away food. Timmy just thought it would be a nice idea to change it up, and he knew he had made the right decision.

"Oh Timmy," Ryan said looking up, "I met Todd today!"

Timmy gave a gentle giggle as he took a little sip of his wine.

"Who is Todd?" Rob asked,

"Oh this ass at work. Fag hater. Big story. Anyway." Timmy said briefly, "How did you enjoy his company?

"Well he started out nice. He said he was wanting to bulk up and we began chatting about cars and he talked about women, while I sat there making very obvious comments!" Ryan said with a bewildered chuckle,

"like?" Sammy asked,

"things like 'Oh yeah, nothing tighter then an ass', 'this guy gave me the best head the other day blah blah blah." Ryan said with a smile,

"this other guy huh?" Timmy said with sly smirk as he took a sip,

"Oh I didn't want to come right out and say it." Ryan said with a smile, reaching over to gently pet his mates thigh.

"Mhmm, sure sweetie." Timmy said with a giggle, "Just tell me your cheating then pet me, great idea." Timmy giggled, the two other friends giggling along.

"Oh what ever." Ryan laughed, leaning back and continuing, "So he continues with his talk about big girls, pussy this and pussy that. Oh, then he turns around and has the audacity to say that there is a fag working here. By the name of Timmy."

"Oh and how did you react?" Timmy asked with a smile, swallowing another maw full of food.

"I said 'haha oh yeah? You mean my boyfriend?'" Ryan mimicked, saying it with sarcasm and attitude. "He just looked at me with such horror. He went to open his maw to insult me. But I just stared him down and waited. He just walked away." Ryan laughed

"Mmm," Timmy agreed, nodding his head and putting his last piece of mash potato into his maw, "all talk that boy."

"You have no idea." Ryan chuckled,

"What do you mean?" Timmy asked,

"I confronted him," Ryan explained, "Told him if he ever spoke to you with disrespect again, or if he lays a single strand of fur on you, he won't just have Tony to deal with."

"Oh you make me so happy!" Timmy said giggling.

"I try kitty. He looked at me angry, he wanted to give it back. I crossed my arms and looked right into his eyes and glared him down. His tail went right to his legs and he nodded. Little wuss." Ryan chuckled to himself,

The night went onto lighter and less angry conversations. They lingered together until the two coupled padded down stairs, going to their separate beds and doing as they do.

Sammy and rob were on the couch, Sammy sitting on robs crotch, giving him his teasing grinds as he rubbed his chest gently.

Timmy and Ryan on the other paw were down to their underwear, their paws rubbing up and down the body that had before them, while their maws were glued together.

Timmy gave of very gentle whines, while Ryan's deep, dominant thick moans echoed through the room.

The two didn't need to go further. They were happy with what they were having.

Gentle, kind, and loving.

Timmy would run his paws gently up his large felines arm, while the large feline rubbed his flat belly.

It was arousing. Both of them had rather tight and bulging underwear. But they didn't feel the need to go further. Sure the two would give the other a gentle squeeze every now and then. Which caused the receiver to either whine out in a high pitched submissive fashion, or to growl ever so dominantly making sure he gently squeezed a thank you onto which ever body part he held.

Timmy was very gently rolled over at a time, the two pair of lips breaking apart as Timmy sat up onto his lovers crotch.

The two ignored the withheld moans of the other two, having no quarrel with their best friends showing their love in a sexual way. Even if it was on Timmy's brand new couch.

"How did I get so lucky?" Ryan asked,

"I don't know," Timmy said gently, "how did you?"

Ryan chuckled as he sat himself up, his paws sliding around that fragile body while he gently nuzzled Timmy's as they slid around his neck.

Timmy smiled as he sat nose to nose with the large feline. The two just sat there, sometimes flicking their tongues to the others lips or nose, sometimes actually leaning in to kiss the other. But the two didn't move for the longest time. They didn't need to.

They were there with each other; they were with that person that made them feel like they could move mountains.

With that person they were put on this earth to be with.

"I love you." Timmy whispered gently,

"And I love you too Kitten." Ryan whispered back.

The two leaned in once again. Letting their kisses lead them deeper and deeper into the road to long lasting nights of moans and pleasure.

Well, they would have got there sooner if Timmy's phone didn't begin to buzz and ring.

Timmy and Ryan froze as they heard the Ed Sheeran song play. They both let out a groan as Timmy reached over, and with a confused look answered the privet number.

"Hello private number." Timmy said gently,

"Is my number private is it?" came a familiar voice,

"Um, yes it is." Timmy said inquisitively, "who is this?"

"It's Stewart honey," The fox replied,

"Oh Hey stew." Timmy said smiling, "How did you get my number?"

"I work in head office honey, I have everybody's number." Stewart replied, "anyway, I have something to discuss, is this a bad time?"

"uum, well." Timmy began, but a shake of Ryan's head let Timmy sigh and tell the fox it was okay to talk. Timmy turned himself around and gently sat in his tigers lap, purring as the large paws gently ran over his body.

"Ok, so every year, the night before school holidays we hold a half year celebration. I am sure you know of it."

"Yes, I am a model for a few people in design class." Timmy said with a smile,

"Oh excellent." Stewart said smiling, "So me and my hubby were wondering if you would be our student speaker for the night."

"Student speaker?" Timmy asked,

"Yes, every year we choose somebody to speak about their time at GBL, and you have come from such a different atmosphere, we were wondering if you would be okay to speak about how you have grown and how much better our school is."

"Yeah I can do that." Timmy said happily, "It sounds like your getting me to endorse the school."

"Well we need that too." Stewart said with a sigh, "Because we got so much money for building this school, they send a representative to come and check up on the school to show we are doing our purpose."

"Oh yeah sure honey!" Timmy said with a smile,

"Also one more thing." Stewart said, sounding worried he was annoying the feline.

"And what is that?" Timmy asked,

"We hear you can sing." Stewart said,

"Oh god really?" Timmy asked, "That is going to be difficult."

"How difficult?" Stewart asked,

"I have stage fright." Timmy replied gently,

"Oh sweetie," Stewart said with a giggle, "easy fix."

"How?" Timmy asked,

"Honey, you're an actor. You get up and perform in front of large groups of people anyway. What's the difference between speaking and singing?"

"Speaking is what everybody can do, singing not as much." Timmy said, gently resting his head back onto the large feline behind him.

"And from what Ryan said about you, you can do both amazingly well." Stewart said giggling,

"Ryan huh?" Timmy asked with a slight smirk, feeling a sudden tenseness to his boyfriend behind him, "and what exactly did he say?"

"Oh many many things that made me go 'nawww'" Stew giggled, "but mostly he said that you need to get out there. Because you have a talent that you should be proud of, and that you should be showing it off."

Timmy gave a huff of laughter as he gently closed his eyes,

"That's my Ry-Ry." Timmy said gently, "Always looking out for me."

"That's him. Now, do you want some help with your stage fright or would you prefer not to do it."

Timmy sighed gently. What was he supposed to do? Let Stewart down when he needed him? He couldn't do that. Stewart had been there for him from the very beginning, and Timmy was not the kind to bail his friends. No matter how rough the situation, he would be there for anybody he loved with full support.

"S-Sure. I'll do it." Timmy said gently

"Oh Timmy you just took a shit load of drama off my chest. Thank you my lovely!" Stewart said almost purring as he spoke. "I will see you tomorrow ok? We meet after school. Just till four thirty ok?"

"O-Ok." Timmy said gently, "Sure."

"You will be ok honey, Ryan said his band would be playing back up if you agreed and that he would be there every step of the way."

"I knew he would be anyway." Timmy said with a smile, leaning back down to gently rest against the very fur they were speaking about.

"Ok, well my husband just got back from his meeting, I will have to go greet him. Bye my lovely." He said gently,

"Bye stew." Timmy said gently, hanging up the phone and sighing into Ryan's chest. "Do you have to talk about me so much?" Timmy asked,

"Well you're the best thing I have to talk about." Ryan chuckled, rubbing his paw up and down Timmy's back gently. Timmy sighed and gave a little giggle as he had to admit, even if he wanted to. He couldn't be angry at his mate for trying to build his self esteem.

He loved him too much.

Timmy sat himself back up, turning his body to straddled his lovers lap once again and moved in to continued from where they had left off. In the midst of sexual ecstasy.

He let his lips gently linger with Ryan's, letting his large paws slide up his back , down his back to gently squeeze at his rear. Timmy would respond with gentle moans, while his paws did there own thing, all over his mates large thick and burly chest.

But even as he did this, his mind was in a dark mist cloud of doubt; and as he made out with his mate, all that was running through his head was a simple sentence. One that he knew all too well.

_Can I do this? _