Part 6


Furries

JC sat in the hard chair, his foot tapping impatiently. A trickle of sweat ran down his back, making his skin under the furry costume damp. He looked at the clock on the wall and wondered again where Justin was.

It was Justin’s idea, after all. Visit the peds ward in the hospital he worked at, bringing the kids a bit of Easter cheer. So JC had gotten a costume and now sat waiting for Justin to show up.

JC heard the ding of the elevator and turned his head, his eyes widening at what he saw. He rubbed his face with his mittened paws, but it was still there. What the fuck was he wearing?

“Don’t say anything,” Justin said as he approached. “The goddamn costume shop gave away the rabbit suit I’d reserved.”

JC ran his eyes over Justin. “But a shark?” he asked.

Justin sighed and held up the head of the costume. “It’s not a shark, it’s a dolphin,” he said. “See?” He pointed to the nose of the costume. “A pointed snout. Sharks have round ones. And my dorsal fin is much smaller,” he said, twisting pointing at his back.

JC blinked. “Your…what?”

“Never mind,” Justin said, pulling JC up. “Let’s go make the kids happy.”

JC pulled Justin back from the ward door. “Justin, you can’t go in there in a shark suit!” he protested. “You’ll scare them!”

“No, I won’t,” he said. “They’re kids, they like anything kind of costume. And I’m a dolphin.” He put the head of the costume on and walked through the doors.

It was said the children’s screams could be heard all the way to radiology.

***

JC found Justin in the employee’s lounge, his head hung morosely over a cup of coffee. He looked up as JC entered the room, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t say it,” he warned, sipping slowly.

JC took off his bunny head and shook his damp hair. “I won’t,” JC said, coming over to the table. “But if it makes it any better, I don’t think they were permanently damaged.”

He reached over and snagged Justin's coffee, sipping the hot liquid and hiding his smile behind the cup.

“You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?”

JC shoulders shook inside his costume. “Just a little bit,” he admitted.

“They told me it was a dolphin,” Justin said. “But even if it is, I guess it’s a bit scary.”

“Yeah, I guess.” JC reached out and stroked Justin’s face with his fuzzy paw.

Justin turned his face into JC’s caress. “Hmm, nice,” he said.

“And hot,” JC complained. “I’ll be glad to get it off.”

“It’s hot alright.”

JC’s hand paused at the tone of Justin’s words. Their gaze met, JC noting the desire that was shining in Justin’s bright blue eyes. “Justin,” JC warned.

Justin reached up and unzipped the front of his costume, pushing it off his shoulders. “Come on, Jayce,” he said, his voice thick as honey. “Pet me.”

JC’s eyes cut to the door. “Justin, we’re in a break room,” he argued. “Not exactly private,”

Justin pulled JC off his chair and onto his lap. JC could feel Justin’s hardness through both costumes. “So?” he said, running a hot tongue along JC’s chin. “I want your hands on me.” A sharp nip of teeth. “Now.”

“Justin…”

Justin took hold of JC’s hand and slipped it inside his costume down to his raging erection. “Now,” he repeated, his own hand covering JC’s erection through the costume.

JC shivered. He loved Justin like this. Demanding. Dangerous. And just the wrong side of decent. His mittened hand stroked Justin’s cock, rubbing up and down, electing groans from Justin as the furry material stroked his hot flesh. JC’s hips moved against Justin’s hand, his own groan matching Justin’s as his lover’s hand squeeze JC’s cock. “Oh, god…Justin…”

“You’re so hot,” Justin said, his teeth clasping onto JC’s ear. “Your touch…god…I’m on fire, baby.” Justin’s tongue stroked down JC’s neck, his free hand pressing against JC’s furry one. “Harder. Fuck me with your hand harder.”

JC shivered, his grip tightening around Justin’s cock. “Hard enough?” he asked through clenched teeth.

Justin’s hips pounded up and down against JC’s hand, his voice a series of grunts as his orgasm took him. JC felt the wet heat against his hand and spilled his own climax, shuddering as he gripped Justin hard.

***

“Wow.”

JC’s breathing resorted gradually, his heartbeat returning to normal a bit slower.

“Wow, indeed.” Justin shifted a bit on the chair, kissing JC lightly on the nose. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” JC answered.

Voices sounded outside the break room, causing both boys to tense, then relax when no one entered. “We’d better go,” JC said, nodding toward the door.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Justin replied. He lifted JC’s hand from inside his costume, the fur a sticky, matted mess. “Boy, do I feel sorry for the guy who rents this next.”

JC laughed so hard he slid to the floor in a furry heap.



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