#1 - Tension in the Lab
#1 of Twin Cock College
Right, so, there's a lot of months to make up for not writing during, but like any good author who doesn't post for a long time, I have excuses. I mean reasons.
So one stressful relationship, one stressful school transfer, and one stressful part-time job later, I came up with the idea of keeping things short. Short little stories that all feed off one another and altogether feel like little episodes to a big series.
TV. I know. That's what TV does.
But now I present you with one fewer sense to enjoy it with!
I don't think this was how I was supposed to sell it. But in any case, I want to start doing these serial vignettes that first of all establish some new characters I want, maybe toss in a few from the past, and overall do what I love most in shows like Community. Make me laugh while telling me a story.
So if it made me laugh, and I'm not totally outlandish with my humor, then I think they'll make you laugh as well! I hope. This is the first, and sets up two characters that I've had bouncing about in my head for a little while.
So please enjoy! I want to keep doing these regardless of the response, but I will warn that some down the line will straddle or all-out cross the line of the Adult rating. This one is clean as a sample.
I scowl my confusion at Drake. "And you...don't think my boss will come back?"
He chuckles. "Well, I mean, sure. But you don't think they will."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I try some more venom in my attitude, but it definitely rings hollow without a growl or something.
He laughs again, totally unaffected, making me start to pool pinkness into my ears. "You'd have already kicked me out if you didn't want me in here."
I frown and cross my arms. "Easy for you to say. I probably wouldn't be able to kick you-"
But instead of letting me finish, the sergal steps even closer, pushing his pointy snout to my nose. That's the personal space bubble for sure. I reflexively unfold my arms to try to hold him off (I keep telling myself that that was what I was going to do), but it hardly matters. His gaze hypnotizes me into inaction with relative ease.
Compared to the few feet he used to be keeping between us, the difference now is negligible. I won't say I feel uncomfortable. Just very close. His eyes are so near to mine that I feel like I can see things in them I can't even see in mine whenever I look in a mirror. Every speck of slightly different shade... Doesn't hurt that light blue is such a nice color to look into. He's almost got a husky's eyes with how intense they feel piercing my soul.
Quietly, he asks, "Any reason you'd want to kick me out anyway? I just came to see you. Don't be mean to me, Max..." There's a sort of intense feeling in the air, precipitated by his every movement. It feels like I'm spectating more than participating in this close-quarters contact. My paws make it to his hips of their own will. Hopefully he doesn't confuse that for being positive reinforcement.
Hopefully I don't confuse that for being positive reinforcement.
...I'm not even sure why I'm pretending I don't want this. It's almost like I don't remember all the times I wished someone would just sweep me off my feet. I convinced myself that since it wasn't going to be a reality, it'd just be better to stay off the fantasy.
In hindsight, it sounds stupid to dismiss the idea of Drake (or stand-in hunk) coming in and brightening my day.
I sigh shakily just before he actually kisses me. It's not like I didn't want it to happen or anything. I'm one of those people who can't ask for what they want. I have to fight and be difficult right up until someone shooshes me. My eyes close. It's a time like this that I feel at peace, even though I probably shouldn't with displays of affection to intruders during a work shift. Oops.
One of his hands sneaks up under my shirt, and for some reason it makes me draw the line. I pull back, blushing already between several aspects of what'd just happened. He chuckles. "You just thought about safety, didn't you?"
I shake my head but blush deeper. Real convincing."It's no big deal. There's nothing unsafe about this lab, really. Just... Technically, I'm supposed to be alone in here. I don't know how fast I could lose my job if she saw me kissing you."
"Gross. She? I guess that's a no-go for a threesome when she walks in then." 'When'?! I hope she isn't down the hallway... I separate us further, taking a step back. My arms rest awkwardly at my sides, feeling a little colder for not being otherwise wrapped around the sergal.
"What?! That's stup-- No! Why?!" I'm so busy being overwhelmed by all the spontaneity from the sergal so far that I can't tell if he's serious or not. He laughs for a good while. Ugh. He set me up for that one. I just walked right into it. "All jokes aside, why are you here? I mean, besides the part about kissing me."
He laughs again, but it isn't as malicious. I don't think. "It has to do with the kiss; I promise. You're always so busy running around and studying and doing this lab work and whatever else. I mean, your focus is great, but everyone in the study group basically thinks that you need something else too." He starts walking closer again, closing the distance I put between us after I had my HR freakout. "Someone else, more precisely..."
The softness to his voice almost makes me stop trying to figure what it's all about and just let him sweep me away. It isn't that I feel uncomfortable, because I don't. I simply wasn't expecting this today. Or here. You know, during my job. "Drake, there're easier ways to ask me on a date."
He stops at arm's length from me, still looking pretty smug. "Who said anything about a date, Maxie? All I wanted you to know was how I feel." He pokes a digit into my chest. "How about you do what you like with that information?"
I roll my eyes. When I was still a little cub (and still more shaped like a fox than a wolf), or at least, during most of high school, I always had it in my head that I'd be the one asked on a date. It came with the body figure, I think. I just always saw myself as someone who'd be happier with a bigger, stronger guy to hold me and kinda tell me what happens next.
But now, this stupid sergal thinks he can just waltz into my lab, kiss me like he's going to do just that, and then prance out with a huge grin and tell me to do what I want.
To be fair, until I met more gay friends, I didn't really realize that gay relationships don't have to boil down to the girl and the guy. I mean, that's what I was always looking for. It was literally my dream to be someone else's pretty little boyfriend. It was the dream.
When reality hit, and thank god it did, I came to realize how stupid that sounds. I mean, maybe if I had stayed more bite-sized, then sure, things would be a little bit more understandable for me just wanting to be held and hugged and picked up whenever...
What was I talking about?
Drake's sweeping tail leaves enough of a wake for the door to close behind him with a slam, but it wouldn't take much to swing that precariously balanced door. It's heavy for how easy it is to accidentally slam.
Stupid sergal. Ugh.