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The Simple Things

Chapter Seventeen

By Roofles

"What ya' doin', hun?" Richard asked as he lazed on top of me. An old itchy sweater in this mid-summer heat would've been an ice pack in comparison to this smoldering, musky canine that I had foolishly turned my back on.

After Richard finally stopped licking my aftermath up, and got his hefty sack off my face, I had turned around to ease the stomach acid that had hit me after swallowing Richard's load an to try and relax from the whole experience all together. Richard took this as an invitation however to mount me and laze out on top of me like a skinned chocolate labrador coat. I was just thankful he wasn't, exactly, in the mood for anything more. His still full, very plump sheath was pressed firmly between my buns however as if a, grinding, reminder of what was eventually to come.

"Textin'," I replied trying not to show the fact I wanted nothing more than to start panting, as Richard had continued to do ever since I had my face between his firm thighs. Firm muscular, slightly sweaty thighs.

He quirked his fishhook eyebrow and tilted his head. "Who?" He asked as if to say he was here in the room and there was no one else I could possibly be texting.

"People." I vaguely replied with more of an uninterested mutter. I shifted my shoulders and Richard, respectably, moved a bit before laying back down. He gave me a squeezing hug with his whole body, an interesting experience to say the least.

"What kind of people?" Richard growled in my ear, nosing my cheek and wiggling his butt as he playfully tried to get me to sate his curiosity. And here I was thinking only cat's were curious. As if knowing my thought Richard gave a playful hump with a low growl.

"This other chocolate labrador I know who I'm secretly banging on the side." I rolled my eyes. Richard finally rolled off onto me, onto his side and looked aghast.

"You know other people than me?" Those uncooked brownie eyes were wide. I liked how his mouth was slightly agape and he didn't say anything about other chocolate labradors but people in general focusing on the fact I know others than him rather on what I had tried to tease him about.

"Yes." I rolled my eyes at the look he was giving me and held back a laugh not wanting to reveal the fact I was enjoying this as much as he was. "I have friends and family other than you."

"I'm family." He asked without missing a beat from my misspoken word as he had done just that very morning.

"More like a pet." I added placing a foot firmly on his stomach and with a strong kick pushed him off the bed. "No pets allowed on the bed." He 'oofed' making a comical face as he was pushed and then yelped, cleaning to the sheets and covers before dramatically falling off. Melodramatic canine.

"Help." A shaking arm reach up towards the sky. "I've fallen and can't get up." I did laugh at that one even if it was cruel to do so. "Grand-ma-ma? Is that you? She's calling me." Richard went on and I had to cover my mouth from laughing at the stupidity of it all. "I can see a bright light, grand-ma-ma. I'm home," he went on like a bad Shakespearean actor. "I'm home. In golden fields of wheat. And Grand-ma-ma is calling me." He cupped a hand around the side of his muzzle. "It's dinner time," he did his best to mimic a grandmothers voice. "Shelby, Sheelllby! She called to me..."

"You're name isn't Shelby." I pointed out leaning over the edge to look at the naked man in his late twenties sprawled out on the floor with maroon covers over him and acting out a scene from a movie, play or just his own wild imagination.

I could see one of his floppy ears twitch at that. "Oh gawd," he wept. "My life is so bad I'm having after life flashes from someone else!" And I pushed his last leg, that had somehow managed to stay on the bed, off onto the floor with him.

Richard snagged my arm. "I'll never let go Jack." He whispered to me.

"I'm not Jack."

"Oh." He let go. "Sorry about that, I thought you...hah, this is funny. Once Jack finds out about this we're going to have a good long laugh."

"You're rather crazy, you know this right?"

"Quirky. I prefer the term quirky." Richard nodded beaming from ear to ear.

"Eccentric?" I offered with a half shrug.

"Theatrical." Richard nodded after saying the word.

"Meretricious." Richard quirked an eyebrow at that. "Like a diva or something...I don't know." I just shrugged after. I had heard the word somewhere before.

"I thought that was a type of butterfly."

"You're thinking of Monarch." I frowned.

"Oh." Richard blinked a few times.

"Empty-headed." I smirked and he frowned with folded ears.

"Rambunctious." He growled back in reply.

"Spoiled." I teased some more.

"Altruistic." Richard crossed his heart after that one.

"Such a big word for you." He wagged his tail. "Gullible." I finished with. He frowned but didn't miss a beat as ever.

"Trusting." Richard just said as if to explain his credulous behavior.

"Aren't all dogs?" I couldn't help but say and we both took a minute on that. "Sorry." I added finally looking away. It's hard to know when you've drawn the line or not sometimes.

"Magnanimous." He said holding his hands together and bowing his head like some kind of saint. I think he meant forgiving but I wasn't familiar with the word.

"Boastful." I countered but he grinned at that, sat back and opened his legs showing me a good view of his naked self. It made me blush and feel a bit of both envy and spite.

"Wouldn't you be?" He asked with a smirk and a wag of his tail. His voice was as playful as ever and I, we both, knew he was just teasing about it. Even if he was massively...endowed, and he was let me tell you... Richard was just not that kind of guy to boast about it. Hell, he didn't need to be either.

"Oh I'd be-," I was about to say when Richard jumped in far too happily changing the list from himself to me.

"Arrogant!" He nearly shouted that word as if he were trying to guess charades right before the timer ran out.

"I was going to say....punctual." I ended up just finishing with unsure where the hell I was going to say, seeing as how Richard basically said it for me.

"Close-minded." Richard smirked glad we could turn the tables on me.

"Just because I won't do that thing doesn't make me-," I said with a deep blush remembering what Richard had asked me during our glorious afterglow from our rump in the sack. Or his sack on my face rather.

"Inflexible!" He growled turning his head away from me and folding his arms.

"Tolerable." I added with a roll of my eyes; I'd have to be if I put up with this mutt face. Richard took a moment to pout.

"Shouldn't I be the one sulking?" I rested my head on crossed arms looking at the man unable to believe he could be so childish.

"Funny." Richard said softly looking back at me. It took me a moment we had changed the list again. "And witty." He added before I got a chance to jump in. "Welcoming and warm." And he only made my blush worse as I faltered unable to look into his eyes now. They were far too sincere. "Ignorant but willing to learn." Richard wagged his tail at that somehow making my ignorance not such a bad thing. "Passionate."

"Not as much as y-you." I tried to counter but stuttered a bit, flustered as I had become.

"And cute." He smiled at that. "Gentle and caring." He said laying the butter-cream frosting on top of it all. "Playful and trusting."

"Now you're just naming things a puppy is." I frowned at him but couldn't help the fact my heart was beating quickly when our eyes met.

"Those aren't such bad things you know." He smiled at me, pressing his bare feet against each other and forming a diamond shape with his legs; he held his ankles as he rocked back a bit looking at me. "Aromatic." He grinned toothily at that last one.

"I stink, huh?" I said dryly.

"Hun," he said the word with a Southern accent. "If I could bottle you up I'd stick you in my pits every day." And I did laugh at that the very image was both disturbingly and retardedly funny. "Amongst other places." He chuckled darkly. "It's a secret though." He shushed me with a finger.

"Please." I rolled my eyes sitting at the edge of the bed and tossing my legs off it. "We both know exactly where you'd put me." I added sticking my tongue out a bit.

Of course Richard wasn't focused one me and was just staring at my groin now on the same levels as his muzzle. And of course he nosed forward until I had his full head between my thighs. I ended up scratching behind his ears and along that thick neck as he sniffed and licked at my sack. It was my own mistake offering a bone to a horny dog.

"Touche." He growled a bit nosing at me a bit too much, making me squirm. "You win this time penis. But next time! I will have the upper hand." What he said was only made worse by the fact he was mostly muffled the whole time as he spoke.

A moment passed where neither of us really said anything. Having his snout pressed between my legs, that cold nose against my curls and his chin resting on my sack was...pleasant, to say the least. It was all I could do not to scratch the back of his head and hug him with my legs, both of which I did. His humid breath washed over my groin only made me squirm some more sensitive from my earlier release. I pet his thigh with my toes as I continued to text a bit.

"Texting about this?" Richard asked looking up at me. I didn't realize I was putting on a show... well more than I already was anyways.

"Yes. I'm telling everyone I know back home, even coworkers, that I just gave a canine-sapient a blow job. And am now currently having his head in my naked lap. HIS." I said the last word with a half chuckle referring to the fact people back home weren't exactly aware I was out, not that I hide it. It was just another metaphorical nail in my coffin. "Man. I don't even know if they know about that. This." I furrowed my brow and took a second to think which of the two would be worse for them to know about. That I was in fact gay as the day was hung...young. Or that I was sleeping with a canine-sapient. Sadly, the latter seemed to be the worse of the two. At least before would mean I was with another human.

My thoughts were broken when the dog chose to move from his spot. Richard stood up, stretching seeming to get a kink in his back out and stamped his foot as if his leg had fallen asleep. After stomping it awake he stretched again, clearly this time only giving me a show seeing as how his stomach was nearly pressing against my face. I had to look away from the bright little screen in my hand as that smooth silky brown fur bumped my nose.

"Well?" Richard asked looking down at me. I didn't look up to meet his face as I went back to toying with my phone. I got the worst reception here.

"You don't think I'm going to take a picture do you?" I asked.

"To send to your friends of course." Richard grin, as ever, never missing a beat. I'd really have to watch my wording around him.

"It's work mostly." I said half truthfully figuring it'd be best to tell him, mostly, what was going on so he couldn't bend me over with this information later. Not that he needed too... "It's Sunday." I added looking up at him now with a half frown but, after this whole morning, it was hard to keep it on my face. Richard kept his hands on his hips and was looking down at me far too smugly for me to be annoyed with him. "We've missed Friday." I felt the need to include him, at which he wagged his tail. "And we'll have a butt load," I added for his benefit and got a smile in return for that one. "Of work waiting for us when we get back. And I rather not have Mr. Gold on my tail for the rest of the week." For the matter, I wasn't even sure what I was going to do about Mr. Timber. It was going to be a complicated week that was for sure...

"And so...you're texting people from your old firm?" Richard pushed me back a bit on the bed, placing a knee next to me and sat down on my lap lightly, petting over the side of my face and tracing a finger down my chest. "That doesn't seem logical, captain." I almost missed the reference as I looked up from my phone once more to stare at the furry chocolate mud chest in my face. It was warm. Hell he was warm. His very body was warm, smooth as silk and smelling of that rich musky aroma.

"I'm getting a few papers and files transferred in so when we see Mr. Gold tomorrow I'll have something to give him." It was a simple tactic that worked far better than you'd think. Let him vent his frustration out before giving him a peace offering after. Something he wouldn't be able to refute or get angry about. "Once we get them we won't be so reliant on Central either. One less thing he won't have to worry about. Less work for him, more love for us." I closed my eyes after saying that waiting for Richard to jump on that chance to tease me further. He didn't, and we both knew he could've.

"And you can just magically do this?" Richard asked a bit amused. "It's cute how you're so worked up on a non-work day." He rubbed a thumb over my cheek and smiled at me looking down at me with a tilted muzzle. I could feel his breath on my forehead.

"Well I planned too when I was first called over. Set everything up and was just waiting to get settled in before adding even more work onto my plate." I said before shaking my head in defeat and closing my phone, setting it aside. Richard was distracting as all hell and my phone had lost reception. "And are you always so evasive when it comes to work?" I finally looked up at him, resting back on my arms and trying not to hump up against the dog still sitting on my lap. Richard kept most of his weight off.

Richard groaned a bit and got off to sit next to me at the mention of work. He laid onto his back scratching over his chest until I turned towards him and took on the task to scratch his belly. There was a low deep groan of thanks from his throat at that and he splayed himself out on the bed for me to scratch over. Not that I minded, his fur was so soft between my fingers and his flesh warm to the touch.

"It's not that. It's just the weekend. We don't got to work." Richard whined a bit at the end tossing his head to the side and closing his eyes; his long hot pink tongue rolled out of his open muzzle and that whine turned into a groan as I scratched his belly more. He stretched a leg out. "You're getting good at this." And he opened his leg and, with a roll of my eyes, I scratched down over his inner thigh. I could feel his muscle flex and chuckled a bit amused by the fact Richard felt the need to flex for me. "Very good." He added sucking in his gut.

"It's all for you Damien." I said feeling the need to quote something too. Richard was too far gone in the belly/body rub to notice.

Richard offered his naked body to me so I took the advantage to rub and scratch over every inch of it I could reach. From the belly he didn't have, to the firm muscular thighs and up over his broad chest. I rested on my side, next to him, as I rubbed underneath his chin and over one of his cheeks. He would mutter incoherently every now and then. Groaning or letting out a weak moan when I touched that sweet spot.

Too soon I had the dog snoozing like a log. And I meant that. Richard snored horribly when he slept on his back. All the good ones, sadly, do. He had a busy morning, heh, so I decided to let him take the nap. That and there was a good chance he did it just so we didn't have to talk about work. That or work was just THAT boring. Or both. I wouldn't put it past him. I took a few more seconds just looking over him and watched him sleep so comfortably that it even put me at ease. A part of me just wanted to rest my head in the crook of his arm, spoon with him and fall asleep into his dreams. His snoring kind of killed it for me.

At least this gave me a chance to get up, find some plausible cloths (of Richard's) to wear and then take a nice long, needed shower to clean up all the sticky, musky, sweaty play time I had worked up...humping with Richard. Aftermaths can be such a mess. Most of which was his.

For my own peace of mind, and doubted he would mind, I slipped Richard's sandals on and wore them during the shower unsure what I could possibly catch from the other guys here. This bathroom was like a locker room, jock straps hanging off the sink and all. The mirror was fogged up and the whole place was muggy. I got just enough time to see a naked bull terrier walk by, the towel around his waist doing little to hide anything, and remembered my old college days. With a lot less fur that is...

I hung Richard's collar, I was still wearing, up on the wall next to three others belonging to the other dog's of the house. Dog house... I was literally in a dog house. I shook my head of the thoughts and stripped the random underwear I had found in order to have some shame going to the bathroom.

Besides the industrial fur dryer resting far too close to the shower, there was other things I hadn't ever seen or thought about being an issue. The drain was far wider than I was used to for instance. There was a drain guard within, filled with coarse white dog fur belonging to the man who had used it seconds before. I could only imagine the pipes were different too, made for dealing with the coarse fur of a canine-sapient. I, not having any fur, couldn't even begin to wonder how much of a pain it was having. I recalled Richard had spent a great deal of time picking clumps of shedded fur off his arms, legs and body. Even during out morning fun he was shedding still. I could collect it all and make a coat of it...

It was just nice to wash everything off and cleanse myself for the day. Even before I had my head under the warm water I wasn't sure what it was I had planned to do for the rest of the day that is. Richard was snoozing and I didn't want to wake the dog from his blissful slumber. Other than work, I really didn't have much else going for me. My mind kept drifting back to it. Most weekends I just do extra work and plan for the week ahead. This was a nice change for sure and yet it left me, in moments like this, wondering what the hell I was going to do.

I just groaned, shook my head and grabbed the nameless shampoo bottle. It wasn't scented and was made to make your fur look "extra lush and full." It worked rather well on my head, underarms and groin so I wasn't complaining much. Sudding it up in such places it was easier to lather the rest of me with. Just one of those small things really but they all added up in the end. Like the drain, fur dryer, tooth brushes...

It really did kind of feel as if I was in another culture, country even. Just the atmosphere itself. The very smell in the air. That could've been the molding dirty cloths in the hamper.

Even so I felt dishearten about the whole situation as I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out into the hallway. I ducked into Richard's room, the hound still sleeping on the bed like a dead log, and shut the door. I used a small dvd rack to block the door that couldn't lock and proceeded to scavenge around for something around to wear - other than the loose cloths I had picked earlier. In the light of day turned out to be rather assless chaps. Something I'd never wear around the dog, it'd just encourage him further.

I ended up submitting to a pair of briefs that didn't smell, too much, and loose shorts I was sure belonged to Richard...hopefully so. I decided not to wear any kind of shirt seeing as how things were already beginning to get rather muggy in here. It was suppose to be in the nineties, if not higher. And I wasn't looking forward to it. At least I wasn't the one covered in fur, I noted looking at the dog still snoozing on the bed. Naked. I gave him one last scratch over his belly, petting his chest and one final grope for good measure.

I chose to head out of the room to continue texting rather than keep in range of humping distance from Richard. Even asleep the dog clearly knew what he wanted. And he was a rather...large distraction when it came to work and from texting. And I really kind of just wanted to have him ontop of me once more 69ing the day away.

I almost headed back into the room when I found Max in the living room. The bull terrier was practically naked and was currently chewing on his foot using both hands to bring his leg up to his muzzle.

"The hell are you doing." I asked without thinking. I really needed to learn to control that.

His eyes shifted from the TV that was on and over to me. "Foot itches." He said spitting a clump of white fur to the side. I thought he was going to say dumb ass after but he went back to chewing on his foot-paw.

I took my time, standing around like an idiot, before venturing further into the room. I chose to take the farthest seat away from the dog and looked over my text a few times. I frowned getting no reply even after taking a shower. I hated when people text so much then suddenly stop without warning, it leaves your thoughts to wander about the last message you sent. And of course it had to be the worst one I sent. It was about Richard.

The thing is I was in a city without knowing anyone other than the dog. And I just needed someone, anyone to talk to about what this with. About this. Us. Him. Me. Work. I didn't want to be left alone with my own thoughts, they were always rather pessimistic.

"So Richard..." I began unable to believe the fact I was confining in Max.

"You're done with him?" Max asked letting his leg fall back down. I lifted an eyebrow, much the way Rich was. And here I thought dog's were suppose to look like their owners...

"What? No." I just shook my head quickly.

"Oh, so you need a lift home then?" Max asked sitting back and scratching himself shamelessly. "Got your rocks off..." His nose twitched and he looked away as if he were actually embarrassed. "Richard's rocks off. And now want to get before he wakes up?" He snorted.

"How'd you know he was asleep." My first of many questions of course. Seeing as how I did have my car in the driveway still, my rental car that is.

"Richard always takes a nap after he jerks." Max frowned now. "I do share a room with him."

"Do you ever...participate with him?" I ended up asking more so for the fact Richard had been with, at least, one of the other dogs. I wasn't sure why I was concerned by this...or was it jealousy? Curiosity? Or just wanting to get to know Richard further.

Max lifted an ear before shuddering at the very idea. "Fuck." He cursed loudly with a bark. "That's messed up." I flushed a bit.

"Sorry, I didn't mean." I muttered a bit, coughed and cleared my throat. "So your straight then?" I dared to ask hoping that was a reason for it.

"No fuckin' shit I am, pillow barker." I didn't comment on that last part and winced at the first. I guess if someone called me straight I'd be angry. To be honest this conversation was going far better than I thought it would. "He's like a brother as it is." He added scowling and looking away. "Don't fuck with family. Digustin'," he spat now and only then I realized he was chewing tobacco. At least he had a bucket to spit in.

I ended up apologizing again and feeling like an idiot for it.

"It's just I've never met someone so passionate in bed before," I coughed after feeling the flush in my face remain.

"I swear, boy." Max sat up a bit. "If you're goin' to talk about Rich's dick. We," he motioned between us. "Are going to have a big problem." And I tried not to laugh at the fact he called Richard's dick a big problem.

"Right. Sorry." He sat back down and looked back at the screen. He didn't exactly tell me to shut up or leave and he was still responsive. So I ended up going on. "Is he always this way with people he's...with?" I said trying to be tactful.

Max took a second, spat again and then looked at me. "Your not goin' to let me enjoy my show," it was a popular cooking show I might add, "Are you?" He frowned and my guilty look told him enough. "Fine." He kicked a leg up. "Rich get's this way when he's with someone, ya. All happy lovey dovey. Its sickenin."

"So he does this often." I dared to inquire. My heart sank a bit at the idea even if I didn't blame him for it. That I was just another fling. Hell, I've done it myself before. A summer romance or so they call it.

"Can you blame him." Max just stated my thoughts aloud. Of course I couldn't. "Think you were special?" He chuckled a bit and I frowned at that. "He goes out. Fucks. Then thinks there is something there after. Big mess in the end. Friends with benefits never really stays that way..." He muttered a bit chewing on his own words, or maybe just the tobacco shoved into the back corner of his muzzle. "Too much drama n' shit." Max went back to watching the tv.

"Was that what happened with him and Colby?" I asked and Max looked away from the tv long enough to acknowledge it, even if it wasn't with words.

"You can fuck all day." Max said. "Eventually things get real. And when that happens someone pulls out." We both took a moment on that one and then both chuckled crudely. Even if I was embarrassed to share that moment with Max. "You don't even knot anyways." Max added with great disappointment as if to say what was the point then. He adjusted his seat, then himself. "Got to knot."

For some reason I winced, at the idea of being tied to Max that was. Stray thoughts could be so cruel. Then again, me and Richard did tie - or so he had called it that.

"Oh, ok. Yeah." I nodded a bit bleakly lost in thought. Hell I didn't even know if I wanted a summer romance with Richard. Or just friends with benefits. Or just someone to talk too seeing as how Max had all but forgotten my existence now that he put his two cents in.

I just needed someone to talk to about this all with. It was hard and I wanted to just crawl back into my work and forget it all, push it away for as long as I could. And in the end I did; grabbing my keys and heading out. I made sure to leave a message for Richard, a text, and one with the bull terrier who waved me off sure that he'd never see me again. And to be honest? I wasn't sure if he was right or not on that one...