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I’m not sure how I got here.

Not here, as in the physical place, but in the general situation. Jim’s tongue is hanging out the side of his muzzle, snoring like a chainsaw which contrasts to the gentle patter of rain. The snoring isn’t what woke me up, that’s sort of like white noise. His rolling over on top of me, however, was harder to ignore.

Aside from having to face the worst of his morning breath, I’m happy. He’s like a big, cuddly, kissable weighted blanket. Which I didn’t realize I wanted until this moment. Hm. Is that really my ideal man? Whatever.

I still feel guilty, or unworthy, or like I’m a fraud or something, but at the same time…I like this. I might even love this. I want to be here, again not here, but here in a general sense. Then again being squished beneath Jim under different circumstances could be a very enjoyable experience.

Too bad I need my coffee.

Sneaking an arm around his side I scratch his back.

“Bbbrrrruuuuuuuuuuhhhhh…” He grumbles.

I kiss the side of his snout. “Good morning, handsome.”

His eyes are bleary and tired. “Ruuuuhhh…” He blinks at me.

“Hey, it’s morning. I need my coffee.”

“Cuddle…”

“Fine. Ten minutes.”

Jim nuzzles me and scoots forward to trap me fully beneath him. “Twemty mimnutes…”

“Okay.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

When I think twenty minutes have passed I try to wake him. “Jim, hey, let’s get up.”

“NNnnoooooo…”

It is difficult to argue with a Grizzly Bear sleeping on top of you, but I think I know how to get his attention. I begin to nibble on his neck and scratch behind his ears, I manage to squeeze a hand between us and gently play with his perfectly firm and round tits.

It doesn’t take long for Jim to start panting. With his tongue fully drooped out of his maw, he starts to hump me. Once I feel his fat dick throbbing against my skin I know he’s waking up. I breathe in his smokey scent and try to meet his thrusts with my own.

He’s even adorable while horny. Kind of annoying, actually.

“Wesley… Mmm…Suck my dick…” He grumbles.

I roll my head to the side. “You need to get off of me for that, buddy.”

He pauses for a moment. “Hehe…”

“There you go–hey!” He lifts himself and crawls forward until I’m face to face with his dripping morning wood. “Jim–Mmf!”

He unceremoniously flops to the ground, leaving him hard against my face.

As much as this annoys me, something about his musky cock is getting me in the mood. Once he starts thrusting his massive nuts drag across my face while he tries to find my mouth.

“Suck my balls…Mmmm…” Jim growls.

Since when has he wanted to be in charge? It’s kind of hot, actually. I’ve never been one for smells, or being submissive, but something about his particular scent drives me wild. Not repulsive, just natural and manly.

“I said suck ‘em!” He says more firmly, resting his balls on my lips. “I-if you wanna…”

Now he’s awake, the bashful bear is back. I lick at his sack, fully bathing each of his balls. I can only fit one in my mouth at a time but as soon as I start to suck one in earnest I can feel Jim’s cock throb. This won’t take long at all, especially if I… Oh yeah, He’ll love this.

I reach around his legs and grab his ass. “MMm… Good…” Jim grinds his cock against my face, smearing me with my own saliva and his precum.

Jiggling each of his large, beautiful cheeks makes him laugh, I’m not sure he notices my hands siding closer and closer to his crack. The fur on his rear is especially fine and soft, fuck I love this ass already.

One hand sneaks up and squeezes his tail. “Hehe, Wesley, that feels funny, now get to su–Oooohhhhhhmmmm…”

A single finger presses into his crack. It’s warm, a little sweaty, and damn does he have a big ass. I cup the wall of his right cheek while my other hand plays with his nubby little tail, my tongue licks up and down his dick, and I make sure I don’t miss a drop of his pre.

Inching my hand forward my finger presses against his hole. I expect some resistance, but the bear practically sucks the tip of my finger into his ass. Fuck he’s made for this, I push further, careful not to be too rough. It wouldn’t do to break him before the main event later today.

“Oh God… Wes…” His thrusts pick up, his belly jiggles and his balls bounce. He pushes himself deeper onto my finger, giving me the perfect angle to properly suck him.

I open my mouth to take his cock in, and Jim gives me a taste of the rough treatment I gave him that first morning together. As soon as his cock slides into my mouth he starts to face-fuck me, only stopping when I gag, but just long enough to let me catch my breath.

I feel his hole tighten on my finger and shove it deeper, hoping to hit just the right spot.

“FffffuuRRRoOOOUUUUUUU!” Jim growls.

My mouth is filled with his load, I can feel his balls tense and his dick throb as he coats my throat. The first jet is easy enough to swallow, but by the fourth, it starts to drip from my lips onto my chin.

I try to pull off when his paw grabs the back of my head, holding me there, roughly feeding me every drop. His belly jiggles as he thrusts in and out of my mouth until finally, he withdraws his cock.

He smiles down at me, I can just catch his eyes and snout over his large chest. “You look real pretty down there, Wes.” He drags his balls across my face again before finally helping clean me up. What a gentleman.

“Thanks,” I smile at him. “I need coffee.”

“I got plenty more cream if–”

“Jesus Jim, I just got you off!”

“Hehe… What about you?” He reaches toward my junk.

“Nuh-uh, I’m saving that for later.” I wink.

“Later like–Oh.” His ears swivel. “You, uh, want to, uhm…”

“Yep. But before any of that, I need coffee and breakfast.”

It’s still raining a little bit, so we make breakfast in the bed of the truck. Jim brews up an impressive cup of coffee on the little gas stove while making eggs and bacon. It’d probably all taste better cooked over a fire, but most of the wood is wet.

While we eat I beg Jim for the secret to his coffee, desperate to know what he does with it before I leave. Again he denies my request, insisting that I’ll just have to come back and visit, and maybe he’ll tell me then.

“So what do you want to do today, Jim?” I ask once we finish eating.

He puts an arm around me and pulls me to his side. “Still rainin’ a bit…Maybe we could go fishin’? I don’t want you gettin’ all wet, though.”

I shrug. “I have a hat and an…okay-ish jacket.”

“If you get your stitches wet–”

“It’ll be fine, Jim, my hat should keep my face dry. It’s not raining that bad, either.”

He kisses my cheek. “You ain’t too sore from, er, this mornin’? I got a little bit excited…”

“Actually, it was kinda hot seeing your more assertive side.”

He raises an eyebrow and smiles before lifting me into his lap. “Yeah? Gonna start callin’ me daddy bear?”

I am unimpressed. “No.”

“D’aww, why not?” He rests his head on mine.

“Jim, I’m a year older than you.”

“Don’t mean nothin’.”

I grab his scruff and pull his face down to mine. “You think you’re my daddy huh?”

“I–I–I’m–” He stammers.

Laughing, I kiss his nose. “You’re too cute to be a daddy, Jim.” I run my hand along his muzzle and gently scratch his face. “Might even be the cutest man I’ve ever seen.”

His big, green eyes widen and he snorts. “I… I am?”

“Yeah, just a big, cuddly, bear.” I gently press my lips to his.

“We–We should go fishin’.”

“Whatever you say, Jim.” I crawl off his lap.

Jim puts on his waterproof overalls and boots while I collect the rods. I’m just going to watch, I haven’t been fishing in years and it was never really my favorite activity. It seemed so boring to me, to just stand around and… wait.

Shooting grew on me because it was an exercise in focus, moments of anticipation that quickly built into explosive action. Aim. Breathe. Fire. Now that I think of it I guess it’s kind of like fishing, just faster.

I’ve always been a little bit impatient.

Watching him fish, though, has been relaxing. We don’t talk much, I just sit beneath a tree with my hands in my pockets and I watch him. He’s focused and calm. Every once in a while he steals a glance at me and smiles.

When I’m not watching him fish I’m watching the little drops of rain and the ripples they create in the creek. Being out here in the gentlest rain, in the middle of the woods, with absolutely no cell service sounded boring at first. But with Jim, it’s nice.

“I gotchya you bastard!” Jim shouts, “Wes! Look!” He holds up a wriggling fish, a trout I think.

“Good job, Jim!” He was always a decent fisherman. He has the patience for it. Or maybe it’s a bear thing? All the best fisherfolk I know are bears or otters. Is that racist? Dammit Wes, don’t overthink this.

“He ain’t big enough to keep, but maybe I’ll land us some supper!” Jim releases his catch.

Over the next few hours, we actually do put a handful of fish into our cooler. I’m pretty sure this is technically poaching, but Jim assures me he hasn’t hit his bag limit for the season and that these fish aren’t endangered. He would know, I guess.

It’s been hours since we started, and at one point I realized I just…wasn’t thinking. Not in a dumb way, but in the way you’re supposed to get after meditating. My mind feels clear and at rest for the first time since God knows when.

I’m having a really nice time. I should tell him that.

Jim has moved up and downstream a few times to reposition, he always catches something before too long. Says he just knows where they’re gonna be, he just has to be there when they show up.

“Pretty good haul, gonna have us a nice fresh dinner,” Jim says as he walks through the water.

I stand. “Here I thought it was just gonna be hotdogs and smores.”

“Still might be if you keep given’ me attitude, Wesley.” He prods a thick finger into my chest. “You still remember how to clean a fish?”

“Uhhh….”

“Well guess I’ll be teachin’ you, huh? Come on, let’s get to it.”

Once again I am awed by how much Jim has managed to keep me calm, even when my hands are soaked with fish guts. He even manages to get a few laughs out of me. Thankfully he’s really good at this, so it doesn’t take too long.

“Now my favorite part,” Jim says as he stores the fish.

“Eating?”

“What? No, washin’!”

“Why is that your favorite part?” I ask.

“Daddy really did a number on you, huh Wes?” Jim shakes his head.

“Uhh… I guess?” I stare at the bear until an exasperated sigh escapes his muzzle.

“Cause when we’re washin’ I get to see you all nekkid, Wesley!” He throws his arms in the air. “Honestly…”

I start to laugh but then remember a crucial detail. “Wait, Jim, I can’t get my stitches too wet. Also,” I look up at the sky, “It’s still raining, it might get worse, and it’s already cold.”

“Wesleeeeyyyyy,” Jim grumbles. “Just get yer damn clothes off and let’s get washed. I got big plans for the evenin’, and we need to be all squeaky clean for ‘em to work!”

“Lead the way.” I follow Jim to the nearby pond and watch him strip, not bothering to hide it.

“Think I’m gonna give you a show, Wes?” He winks.

I smile. “You already are.”

“Hurry up n’ get naked.” He runs and jumps into the pond. “FUCKIN’ COOOOOOLD!”

“Christ, Jim!” I shout as cold water splashes me. “Don’t get my stitches wet!”

“Sorry, hehe. Need help gettin’ washed up?” He asks.

“Yeah.” I slowly step into the water. “Fucking, fuckity, fuck! Cold!”

“C’mere,” Jim presses himself against me. It doesn’t completely alleviate the cold, but it does help.

The water is frigid, probably not freezing but damn cold. Jim snuggles close, scrubbing me gently to wipe away all the grime and sweat. He’s careful and thorough, and before long I’m feeling refreshed. Cold, but refreshed.

To tease him I press myself back into his groin and after the first time, he’s rock solid. I can’t believe he can get hard when the water is this fucking cold. Maybe the water doesn’t bother him at all? Is that a bear th–

Stop overthinking this!

“Mmkay, you look, hmm,” He begins to sniff my neck and hair.

“Jim, what are you doing?” I laugh.

He continues sniffing and jams his nose into my underarms.

“Jim, gross!”

He sniffs back up and down to the top of my exposed rear, then walks around me and starts the process all over again.

“You smell all clean.”

“Was that necessary?”

He puts an arm around my waist and gently squeezes my rear. “Yep. You gotta pass my off-ci-al inspection, Mr. Groves.”

“I do, huh?” I run my fingers through his chest fur.

“Mhm.” He leans in, rubbing his snout to my cheek.

I turn to kiss him when he suddenly shoves me away.

“Now go on n’ dry off before you get sick! I’ll be a while, go n’ take a nap or somethin’.”

“Wha–”

“There will be lots of kissin’ and snugglin’ later, Wes, now go on!” He shoos me away.

One glance at the sky is all the extra encouragement I need. He’s right, I could catch my death out here. “Fine, I’ll see you back at camp.”

“Okie.” He turns away.

Before I go I simply cannot resist. I try to sneak up on him, and just as his ears begin to flick I roughly squeeze his ass.

“Wesley!” He jumps.

“Sorry, I just can’t resist that big ol’ butt of yours, Jim.”

“Get on outta here!” He looks at me with a mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and maybe a bit of arousal.

“See you back at camp, don’t be too long!” I shake my dick at him. Probably not very impressive considering it is fucking cold, but it sends the right message as Jim blushes furiously.

Returning to camp I settle in the back of the truck for a nap. I wrap myself up in the blanket Jim and I used. It’s covered in his fur, some of it gets in my mouth. I like how it smells, at least. Like Jim.

That’s nice. This has been really nice, actually. I really should tell him that when he gets back.

Quiet, too. Not just literally but in my head it feels quieter. I don’t even care that the house isn’t packed up, I don’t care that I don’t have a plane ticket yet, and I don’t even care about getting out of here anymore.

I like Jim. A lot. That makes me feel guilty because I don’t think I deserve someone like him. Someone kind, gentle, patient, and warm. Meanwhile, I’m just a terrible, shitt–

No, fuck that.

I want this, HE wants this, fuck everything that might happen, or could happen, or what I think I do or don’t deserve. I love looking at him. His soft brown fur that’s lighter on his belly and his butt, his gorgeous eyes, being face-deep in the scruff of his neck.

How he’s always so optimistic and happy, how he’s patient with me even when I’m being an asshole. How he planned this whole date to try and show me a good time. He kept my jacket, he always wanted to stay and cuddle. It’s nice to feel so wanted.

I don’t know if I love Jim, we just started talking again but… He’s here, he’s been here the whole time I’ve been in town. I should try being here, too. In this moment with a man who actually, really, genuinely wants me. Yeah. I want him too, and maybe I could even love him back someday.

Maybe. I’m getting ahead of myself.

I pull the blanket over my head and shut my eyes, listening to the rain and gentle breeze. I just want to be here, in this moment. It’s nice, quiet, peaceful.

What an unusual feeling.

Author Note: I have been incredibly sick the last week or so, some terrible cold or flu thing, so it took quite a while to get this out! Hope you enjoy it :), things are looking up for the pair!