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As soon as the two felines had made up a plan of getting into the house without it seeming suspicious, Ryan laid down a shirt for Timmy to sit on and took off towards the Tigers house.

The two were giggling and laughing as the new unprotected experience for Timmy, was found to be a rather weird one. He sat with his lover's fluid, escaping onto the shirt below him. He found the wetness, the inability to keep it inside him, and the urge to pass wind to be too much for him while inside the confinements of his lovers car.

"I can feel it coming out~" Timmy whined playfully, "The shirts wet!"

Ryan couldn't help but find Timmy's reaction hilariously adorable. His hearty laugh was causing the sides of his maw and cheeks to ache, along with his stomach.

"I don't like it!" Timmy cried as he reached under to try and hold the fluid inside, but as the warm fluid touched his fingers, allowing him to easily slip a finger inside of himself, he pulled his paw away and whined and cried more.

Allowing Ryan to laugh harder.

"Stop laughing at me!" Timmy whined again,

"Stop freaking out then!" Ryan said back, his smile larger as his boyfriend whined and sat uncomfortably. "Do you hate bareback this much honey?" Ryan asked, an amused caring smile on his maw.

"Not when I have all this inside me and in such a confided area." Timmy whined, "I feel like I really need to..." Timmy said, mumbling off as he spoke.

"Need to what Cub?" Ryan asked as he turned the final corner into the large, and empty driveway.

"Use the bathroom, Yes!" Timmy said quickly, "Nobody's home!"

"Thank god." Ryan said happily. "Ok so just wrap the shirt around your waist and run inside." Ryan said as he took his house key from the ignition and gave it to his feline. Timmy took the key, raced from the car and was soon on the closest toilet while the larger Tiger was picking up the clothes his lover had left behind.

Ryan chuckled to himself as he told himself that he would be thinking long and hard about ever selling this car. He padded gently towards his house, his shirtless form blowing in the gentle breeze as the harsh bitter nightly cool sunk into his fur.

He padded in to his house, taking the keys from the key hole and very gently shutting the door. His band members would be here soon, and he and Timmy needed to clean themselves up.

Timmy soon had cleaned his backside up as best he could, getting rid of the saliva and cum coating his backside with a few wipes of toilet paper.

Timmy soon flushed the toilet, padding to wash his paws, but as he reached to the towel to dry his paws, another set had him by the waist.

"We just had sex in the car." Timmy giggled, "You can't wait a few hours?" He asked turning to the large Feline, his smile gentle as he held the smaller one to his body.

"I don't know if I should be offended that you think that every time I touch you, you think I want sex." Ryan said with a gentle chuckle as the smaller feline would roll his eyes and give him a gentle kiss to his chin.

"Well you know you meat heads." Timmy said with a giggle, "Only two things on the mind. Football or ass."

"And what about you hmm?" Ryan asked, "Sex and Coffee? Sex and muscles? Take your pick."

Timmy couldn't help but laugh as his large tiger gave back the attitude. The two soon finding their smart ass comments, going all the way to the shower, then all the way to bed where the two just laid and gently got all close and personal.

They knew they had company coming, but still the two lay naked on Ryan's bed. Ryan's paws gently gripping the skinny hips on top of him, running his paws down the thighs as a hungry and lusty Tiger was kissing, licking and biting at the neck before him.

"Fuck Timmy Kitten." Ryan moaned as his paws got a firm grip at his thighs, running them up his frame until he heard that moan that drove him to the satisfying ecstasy he felt, knowing he was causing his lover pleasure.

Ryan rolled over, a groan coming from the feline as he was suddenly being held down. His paws pulling his large male into him to let their lips roughly mash together while his paw moved down quickly to grip their two members together.

Ryan's throbbing member put Timmy's to shame, but the two didn't mind or care at that moment. Ryan just gave a low, dominating growl as his hips pushed his meat into his lovers paw and member.

"God Dammit Timmy." Ryan said as he rolled off his boyfriend. Panting heavily as he ran a paw up and through his hair. Chuckling as the smaller feline rolled into him, giggling as he gave his jaw bone gentle kisses up and down. "We have guests coming over and we do not have time to fuck and shower again." He laughed,

"Well then don't fuck me." Timmy giggled, "We can fool around and not need to take things further."

"Well maybe you can, but if you don't recall I'm a meat head and all that's on my mind is balls and ass." Ryan said with a chuckle, his mate laughing happily as he got up from his side.

"You're an ass." He giggled as he got his clothing together and soon began to get himself dressed.

It wasn't even five minutes later that the doorbell rung and the two felines had to get dressed. Ryan then padded to the front door while Timmy took the time to just lay in his mates comfortable bed listening to the laughing and grunting sounds that only straight boys would make.

Timmy gently purred in the large blanket while the boys talked. They started with the usual greetings, but an unfamiliar voice asked about him. Timmy just rolled his eyes and sat up in the bed.

"The lazy bastard is laying in my bed doing nothing!" Ryan called out,

"Hey Ryan?" Timmy called out,

"Yeah?"

"Do you like sex?" Timmy asked with a light threatening tone. A group of laughter filled the house, but got closer and closer until finally the sight of a small ferret padded through the room, dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, and a just as baggy hoddie to go with it. Next in was a larger Lion. His style was along the lines of less is more.

The large toned lion stood in a pair of ripped three quarter jeans, accompanied by a tank top that was daggy enough to fit a feral hippo.

In next was Ryan, followed closely by a smiling Rabbit. His ears folded back and held down by a beanie that seemed way too tight for him.

The small group all gave the Tiger on the bed a welcomingly awkward smile as they made eye contact. Timmy giving a warm friendly smile in return.

"So boys," Ryan said as he placed down a few bags, "This is my boyfriend Timmy, Timmy this is Dennis," Ryan said pointing to the Ferret, "Keegan," he said gesturing to the Lion, "And the bunny is Gavin." Ryan said flicking his thumb over to the Lapine.

"Sup," Dennis greeted, his voice very deep like Ryan's.

"Hey," Keegan said giving the small Tiger a wave, his voice and actions giving Timmy the indication he should be at GBL.

"Hi." Gavin said with a smile, his greeting seemed more genuine then the rest.

"Hello boys." Timmy said with a bit more confidence than the rest gave. He wasn't trying to be snobby; only friendly. He only hoped it came across like that.

"So honey, we are gonna be a few minutes unpacking." Ryan said as he began to unpack, "Would it be rude to ask you to grab us all a drink of coke?"

"I am sure I can be useful for a few minutes." Timmy said as he slid himself off the bed and into the kitchen.

He got the glasses, got the large bottle of soda and after a while all four of the glasses were filled with the fizzy liquid.

Timmy then pulled out a large dinner plate and neatly placed the glasses on the porcelain white plate. He picked it up and made his way back to the bedroom where he found the group of boys all at their instruments.

The Ferret behind the drum set, his sticks gently tapping the top of each cylinder checking that each drum was in tune.

Gavin at the keyboard laughing at something unknown to Timmy; but since Keegan was laughing with him while tuning his bass guitar, Timmy assumed something funny was said.

He padded gently over to the bedside table, where he found his mate tuning his guitar. His focus only on the guitar until the second Timmy's paws came into his peripheral vision.

"Oh thank you sweetie." Ryan said, pulling his mate into a gentle cuddle before he padded over to his band. "So what are we going to start with boys?"

"How about Let me love you?" Dennis asked,

"Nah, we haven't figured that one out yet." Ryan said shaking his head, "We need something we know perfectly just to know our stuffs in order."

"Then why not Chasing Cars?" Gavin asked,

"Perfect!" Ryan said with a smile, "Count us in when you're ready Dennis."

"Kay," He replied and after another check of his drums.

From there, the band played a few songs before the real practise began. Timmy and the band mulled over a few song choices for him to perform in only a few more days. They went slow and beautiful as that was the preferred choice, but as Ryan pointed maybe the entire show needed a shift in atmosphere, Ryan suggested a nice upbeat happy song.

Timmy had to agree it sounded good to him.

From there the group began to think. They put their instruments down, (or got of the seat in the case of Dennis) and they all made their way to the middle of the room where they say in a circle. Timmy on the bed, his head next Ryan's.

It continued like this for a good long while. Silence. It was broken every so often with a new idea, but the idea was usually shot down for being too difficult, being to lame, girly, stupid, and even at one point; too gay.

The group was feeling the pressure; they only had a few days to figure this all out. And they had no clue on where they were going. Ryan had leaned forward to think in his lap, Timmy was on his back on Ryan's bed, Dennis spread out on the floor, Gavin was leaning against the wall, while Keegan was in his guitar bag.

"You getting inspiration out of the bag?" Dennis asked,

"Yeah man, we need it to think." Keegan replied,

"Oh yeah! That'll help!" Ryan said sitting up and leaning back against his bed. Timmy on the other paw, looked down at the group and gently leaned up onto his behind.

"You guys drink to get ideas?" Timmy asked inquisitively,

"Nah," Keegan said with a chuckle, pulling out a clear plastic bag and when Timmy saw the two rolled up joints, he nearly had a fit.

Ryan had been hospitalised not too long ago due to drugs, and now he's taking more? Why would he be doing those sort of things?

This was so unlike Ryan it wasn't even funny. Does he really do this sort of thing?

"Who wants the first puff?" Keegan asked,

"Give it to Ryan man," Dennis said gently, "he's the idea guy."

The small white stick was then passed to the Large Tiger who put it in-between his lips and after taking the lighter from Keegan, lit the drug up and began to inhale.

Timmy felt like intervening. He wanted to rip the smoke from his lip and kicking the others out before giving Ryan a piece of his mind. But he wouldn't do that. He would wait until later to confront his mate.

"fuck that's good." Ryan purred as he leaned himself back into the bed and exhaled a large pushed cloud. "So catchy songs that's alright for school that's not to gay?"

"You going to hog it?" Dennis asked with a chuckle,

"Yeah give me a moment edgy." Ryan purred as he moved the joint back to his lips and with a gentle motion, breathed in and out. Letting go of another thick smog through the air.

Ryan gently passed the burning ended joint over to the laying Ferret and as it was taken, stood up and climbed onto the bed and with an unsure but surprised giggle from Timmy, gently took him into a cuddle and began to gently nuzzle into his cheek.

Timmy was annoyed, this was true. But how could he say no to that? His large male climbing up to be with him.

Even if he was doing something stupid. He couldn't be angry at him at that moment.

"What are you thinking sweetie?" he asked in a gentle purr.

"I was um," Timmy began, "I was thinking maybe 'party in the U.S.A." By Miley Cyrus.

The room went silent, the four males rose gently and moved to their instruments all the while, Timmy was just gently moving to the end of the bed a little confused.

The band was gently playing with their instruments, either by plugging something into it or fiddling with whatever was already plugged into it. Timmy wasn't sure what was going on until Ryan began to play the introduction to the very song Timmy had suggested.

Timmy laughed as he stood and began to sing along with the song. Smiling and laughing with the animals as they went through the song without a hitch. Like they had performed that song so many times before.

It was only when the entire song was over and Timmy let out a gentle cheer, the group knew that this was it. This was the song that they would perform on only a few days. It was such a quick decision. It felt like the past two hours were for nothing, All Timmy had to do was open his maw and the magic began to spew out of it.

"Do we even need to rehearse?" Gavin asked with a gentle snicker.

"I think we have this down people." Ryan chuckled, "Timmy and I will work on vocals, but you guys can go."

"Well gee then." Dennis laughed, "Off we go!"

Timmy wasn't very sure if there was sarcasm in there or if he was actually annoyed but since Ryan didn't seemed annoyed, he wouldn't push.

It wasn't too long before the two found each other alone. Ryan's arms were around the smaller creature he held so dearly, while Timmy lay with his paws on his lovers, but thus his eyes were still wide open.

"You alright there kitten?" Ryan asked gently, a gently lick to his cheek making the smaller feline turn to face his mate.

"Well," he began, "Yes a-and no." Timmy said turning himself around.

"What's up?" Ryan asked, his voice a little worried.

"Wh-Why are you smoking after what happened to you?" Timmy asked, looking up at the now confused looking Tiger.

"Because pot isn't dangerous like the others are?" Ryan replied with a questionable reply.

"Any Drug is dangerous." Timmy replied,

"Sweetie, anything is dangerous if you think about it." Ryan replied, "I mean look at water. Most essential thing in life, but we can still die from it."

"That's different," Timmy replied, "You don't want to drown yourself in water. If you smoke pot, you don't think properly, your motor functions go out the window, and it doesn't matter what kind of smoke, putting smoke into your lungs isn't healthy."

"Oh Dammit." Ryan growled sitting up from his laying position, and gently rubbing his eyes in frustration.

"You know I'm right." Timmy said gently,

"Yeah so?" Ryan asked, his tone getting agitated. "I have smoked it for ages Timmy. Longer then I have known you. Never once have I hurt myself, never once has anything negative come from smoking it, so I don't think you're completely right."

"But I'm not completely wrong either." Timmy said gently,

"Don't fucking twist my words!" Ryan growled

"Do you want to maybe calm down?" Timmy asked as he himself was beginning to get a little aggravated. He was right, and Ryan didn't need to be acting like a brat about it.

"Don't tell me what to do Timmy." Ryan said back,

"I wouldn't have to if you weren't acting like a fucking two year old." Timmy said sinking into the bed gently.

"How about you stop acting like a stuck up fucking cow." Ryan growled walking towards the door.

Timmy just huffed,

"At least this proves me right." Timmy said looking away from the door, his eyes feeling a little wet. "You're not this much of an asshole when you're sober."

Ryan was frozen at the door. His breathing was getting a little heavier as he held the door in his large paw. His lip was gently shivering and before he even knew what he was doing. He opened it and before slamming it shut let out words that cut through Timmy like a hot knife into butter.

"At least I'm not a bitch like Kyle."

The entire house rang with silence as the door was shut. Timmy sat on Ryan's bed listening as he grabbed his car keys, slamming the door shut and taking off in his car.

It was then, and only then when Timmy could no longer hear his boyfriend's engine did he lay down on the bed and gently begin to let go of his sadness.

He gripped into the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets with his bare claws and crying out loud into the lonesome air. He cried out for the longest of time, he didn't even know it had turned dark he had been buried in the pillows for so long.

After a while though, his crying began to weaken. It was down to just silent tears as he lay on the far side of the bed wondering where he should go from here.

Could he call Sean to come get him? No he couldn't. Sean knew him like the back of his paw, he would catch onto him being off and then the next thing he knew, Sean and Ryan would be clawing each other up.

Could he call Rob and get him to maybe stay at his place? No that would be to disrespectful to Ryan. He can't just leave him and go to another top male house. Plus it would look too suspicious. That would just give him a bad image.

Sammy could come pick him up. He could borrow his dad's car like he has done in the past. Then they could talk this all out.

That seemed to be the only option at this time, so the feline sat up in the bed and with his phone only a reach away began to send a long text message to his best friend.

Timmy was only halfway through typing the long message when we heard a car pull into the driveway. Timmy was gently shivering as he was typing, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes again as he heard the front door open.

He whimpered gently as he heard car keys being put down, and as the door open behind him. Timmy was frozen. He sat there shivering with his thumb hovering over the send key.

Not a word was said, but Timmy could head Ryan moving in. There was the sound of a jacket being taken off, before Timmy felt the bed gently shifting in weight. Timmy wasn't sure what was about to happen, but as he saw the two strong legs slide beside him, and the two large arms sliding around his body just made the smaller feline drop his phone, turn and bury his head into the larger animals neck.

"I'm Sorry!" Timmy cried out, gripping onto his lover's shirt as he cried out louder than he did before.

"Shh, shh shh shh." Ryan said gently, gripping his boyfriend tightly. He leaned down to softly kiss his head and softly sigh as he held him. "You have nothing to apologise for kitten. This was all me. I completely forgot about the person I become when I smoke. Even a little bit. I had been so long since that side of me has been brought out."

Timmy began to sniff and wipe his nose, as he listened.

"Kitten, I'm not going to touch that stuff again because of this. Or if I do, it's not going to be around you. I love you sweetie, and what I said was wrong. I had no right to even put you and him in the same sentence let alone the same boat. You are nothing like him cub. Nothing. You are the most amazing and gorgeous being that I have ever known, he is worse than feral dog shit. You make me happy, and I don't have an excuse for what I said. It was wrong and I'm a fucking idiot for saying it. I can... I can just hope that maybe you can forgive me sweetie. But I will understand if you can't."

Timmy shook his head as he gripped onto his Tiger. He sniffed and shook his head against before leaning into nuzzling him gently.

"I forgive you." He said gently, His voice still shaky as he just held into his mate. Hoping that he never let him go, that all of this was just a stupid dream that he was going to wake up from at any moment. But even still, Ryan pulling him back into the bed, and gently placing his lips against his was one we would always cherish.

To know that even with their fighting, they would still come out strong and in love.