Hometown: Homecoming (Part 1)
It's been one year since Jim and Wesley started dating, and Wes comes to realize he's not a fan of 'long-distance' relationships. Returning home to surprise Jim, the two go on a romantic date to the city and Jim begins to suspect there's more to this date than standard romancin'...
TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF INSIDE.
I never like to go home. The city is loud, noisy, and overwhelming. Not to mention lonely, and I don’t think I can handle being alone for much longer. I just dropped Jim off at the airport. He looked so sad as I waved goodbye.
I hate when he looks that way.
I hate the pale wet concrete that says Autumn has arrived. There’s no color, no camping trips, no fishing, no wild elk in the fields and forests, just road work and bad drivers. I briefly consider a trip into the forests outside the city, but I think I’d just miss Jim more.
I hate my condo, cold and empty and miserable without him. Every stray strand of fur reminds me he was here and now he’s not. Every morning I roll over to grab him and only find space.
I hate it.
I park my car and wander the neighborhood, I’ve learned a couple of names and even had a ‘dinner party’, all Jim’s idea. I smile and shake my head. He’d surprised me by showing up on my birthday, I still had to work since I had no idea he was coming.
I love how he does that.
While I labored away in my office he introduced himself to all the neighbors and invited them over for a meal. He’s a lot more personable than I am, and I hardly knew any of the people who came, but it was the best birthday I’ve ever had.
I love how he’ll try and quietly open the door while I’m in a meeting to deliver coffee or a snack. Always something small that he can slide onto my desk while I’m busy. Sometimes I don’t notice it until he pecks me on the cheek.
I love that he asks how my day was, and how he doesn’t expect me to be energetic all the time or act like someone I’m not.
He just makes me feel wanted.
It’s been a year and some change since we started this… thing. Jim was able to come for the weekend, but it doesn’t make it much easier. Just seeing him once a month isn't good enough, I miss him more after every visit. Streetlamps burst to life around me.
Damn, I’ve been walking around all afternoon.
When I finally return home I shed my clothes and lie naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My bed still smells like him, just a little. God, what a sad cliche that is. At least I’m not drinking my sorrows.
Yet, anyways.
If only there was some way to surprise Jim, to make him feel the way he makes me feel. He’s done so much emotional labor for me and I… I don’t want him to think I take him for granted, I fucking love him and I want to show him that!
I’ll think of something in the morning.
…
If I were just a little closer.
…
A thought crosses my mind as I drift to sleep.
…
No way, I couldn’t.
…
I guess technically there’s no reason why, but it’s insane .
…
No, No. Dumb idea.
…
Fuck it.
I won’t miss the concrete buildings, the manicured identical suburbs, or the overwhelming ever-present noise of the city. I still can’t believe I’m doing this, it’s fucking psychotic and any number of things could go wrong.
But for the first time in my life, I’m doing something because I want to, not because of spite or someone else's stupid expectations of me. At least what I thought they expected of me. Does that always feel so fucking terrifying?
Before I can start to doubt myself the phone rings.
“So it’s done?” I ask, holding the phone to my ear. “Thank God, thanks so much. Uh-huh, thanks again, do you need– oh, alright. Thanks again. Key’s under the doormat in the back. Uh-huh. Bye.”
I sink into the seat of the truck and smile. Finally, it’s all done. What a whirlwind of a week. For a moment I wonder if this is what I really want, but only a moment. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
Double-checking that the trailer is attached correctly, the tires are aired, and that the gas tank is full I punch the address in my GPS. Once I get started there’s no going back. Here goes nothing.
“Eighteen Hours and thirty-nine minutes until you reach your destination.”
Fuck. I’m really doing this. What if I–
Nope. Not doing that now, not torturing myself for wanting to be happy, not anymore.
I look down at my phone for reassurance and smile wide. I’ve got a million messages from Jim, as usual.
Baby bear: Miss you <3.
Good morning.
Making coffee.
Wish u wer here.
Have a good day at work! Call u l8r.
At the end of over a dozen messages, there's a goofy picture of him in the bathroom without a shirt on. Cute. His dark brown, but light on the belly, fur is a mess. It sticks up all over the place and he looks so sleepy, he can barely keep one pretty green eye open.
When I have time in the mornings I brush his fur. It sheds like crazy during the summer and gets so thick in the winter. He turns into a mess when I rub his belly and run the brush along his backside.
That’s my baby bear, and I’m gonna sweep him off his feet. He’s going to be so excited! I start the car and take a swig of coffee from what was my favorite coffee shop in the city. Jim makes it better. City streets and skyscrapers fade away to forests and long stretches of nothing.
Yeah, this is right. I squeeze the cold wooden box in my pocket. It’s so small I might be able to forget it was there if it didn’t make me so anxious I could puke. This is right, this is good, I know it.
Exhaling through my nose I stare ahead at the road and try not to think about what I’m going to do if the answer is –
“Don’t overthink it, Wes.” I sigh.
“I’m sorry, Momma, it’s jus’ this is Wesley's favorite.” I pout a little bit, ain’t my fault, I miss my man.
“I know, Cubby.”
“I jus’ miss him so much!” I whimper n’ sniffle like a big ol’ baby.
“He’ll be here in a couple of weeks for Thanksgiving.” Momma sighs.
“It’s been forever since I seen him!”
“It’s been two weeks, Jim.”
“Basically forever!” I throw my paws in the air. When it comes to Wesley I always get in a sorta mood. He makes my head foggy but in a good way. This has been the best year of my whole dang life, and I wish I got to see him more.
“Can you preheat the oven and start shredding cheese for me?” Momma says. “You’ve seen him every month for the last year , Cubby.”
“He’s my boyfriend, n’ I can’t get enough of him… I should get to see him every day!” I say while I shred cheese.
“I bet you’ll get to see him all the time soon enough, Jim.” Momma says. “Can you put the chips in the food processor for me?”
“Wes likes it with extra chips cause he likes it extra crunchy…”
Momma rolls her eyes and wipes her paws on her apron. “Put in as many chips as you’d like.”
That makes me feel a little better, cause now it feels like I’m practicin’ for when I get to make it for Wes. Whenever I went n’ visited him or he visited me I’d cook it for him. Makes me happy to do things for him and seein’ him smile.
Hehe. I love cookin’ for him, n’ makin’ his coffee. My mind wanders to all the things I like to do with Wes. I swallow hard when I start thinkin’ about… uh… stuff. S’not polite to entertain those thoughts in Momma’s kitchen.
She’d smack me on the snout with a wood spoon if she knew what I was imaginin’! Hard not to, though. Wes comin’ home from a long day at work, all tired n’ exhausted, needin’ his baby bear to help him unwind n’ relax.
I know just how I’d do it, too, I’ve gotten lots of practice now. Ohhh yeah, I’d give him a beer, get down on my knees and–
“Can you put the tray in the oven for me, Cubby?”
“Uh, yes Momma.”
Momma keeps me busy in the kitchen, helping me to not think about Wes. Once everythin’ is done though she kicks me out so she can make dessert. That gives me a lotta time to imagine… stuff.
I go to my old bedroom, which Momma n’ Daddy made into a guest bedroom. I don’t keep much of my old stuff here, but Wes sleeps here sometimes when he visits. I’m glad he’s never found what I’ve stuck in the closet.
It’s heavy but I drag it out and start rummagin’ through it. It’s all of Wes’ old shooting stuff. He asked me to throw it away, so I haven’t told him I kept it, but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. Too many memories.
I’ll give it to him, eventually, I can’t really take it on a plane.
Maybe he’ll move back, or I'll move there and…Nah, don’t need to go n’ make myself feel any sadder.
“Jim!” Momma shouts from downstairs. “I’m making some tea, you want anything?”
“Yes please!” I push the box back into the closet. When I get downstairs I start thinkin’ and notice something. “Momma?”
“Hmm?”
“Where’s Daddy?”
“So, uhm, is… is this okay, Mr. Park?” I feel more afraid than when he put me in the back of his cruiser. The massive bear stares at me from behind his sunglasses, his expression unreadable and intense.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks through the empty house. Every once in a while he pauses and runs his paws against a cabinet, wall, or window. Seeming to inspect and grade them, to make sure they’re worthy.
“There’s three bedrooms, a-a full kitchen. Two and a half baths, a big yard, a fireplace upstairs and down, and uhm, uh, big garage. We could build a nice deck, and, and uh, uhm… Mr. Park?” I ask.
“Hmmm…” Mr. Park takes off his sunglasses, giving me the same appraising look he gave the house. “Place is a wreck, Wes.”
I nod. “Yes, sir. I just think that with what we’re saving upfront we can make it really special! Jim loves working with his paws a-and I have a lot of free time, the new job is only part-time, for now. S-so I can focus on fixing the place up.”
“S’pose that’s true. Now show it t’me.” He says.
For a moment my mind is blank, but I shove my hand into my pocket and hand him the small wooden box.
He opens it and I think he even smiles. “Good. The boy can’t stop his blubberin’ when you’re not around, and I respect that you came and talked to me about this in spite of our…” He waves his paw through the air. “Differences.”
“O-Of course, Mr. Park, it’s all water under the bridge. Sir.”
“Place ain’t half bad, neither. Big, private, not too far away. The missus will appreciate that. She was scared t’death you were gonna take her Cubby away.” He smirks.
“I– I wouldn’t dream of it. Sir.”
“Ahh, Wesley, you can call me ‘Daddy’, or ‘Dad’ especially now.” He laughs.
I laugh, more anxiously than he does. “S-so does that mean…?
“Come on,” He says and turns to the door. “Don’t wanna be late for dinner.” He doesn’t answer my question, but I take it as a yes.
“I can follow you in–” I’m not eager to be alone in a car with him.
“Nah, we got a lot to talk about, Wes. Come on.” He smiles. “Remember your seatbelt this time.”
“Y-Yes sir. Dad. Sir.” I get in the passenger seat. It’ll be fine. I’m fine. This is going great , so far.
Now there’s just one thing left to do, and it’s easy.
Easier than talking to Mr. Park, alone, at least.
Unless he–
Don’t overthink it, Wes.
“I’m gettin’ kinda hungry, Momma,” I mumble.
“Your father just called to let me know he’d be home soon,” Momma sips her tea. “Why don’t you set the table?”
“Yes, Momma.” I know better than to complain, Momma might swat me with a spoon. The weather doesn’t do much to make me feel better. It’s rainy out, the sky is grey, and all the leaves have fallen from the trees. We only ever get a couple of pretty weeks in Autumn here. It probably looks nicer on the river.
Now it’s all grey and sad. I miss the colors.
Daddy pulls up n’ I don’t think anything of it. I put three plates, knives n’ forks, and cups on the table. Daddy probably wants a beer, so I grab one for him and one for me from the fridge. Momma clears her throat behind me.
“Cubby, we need another setting.”
“Whose comin’? Grace?” I get up and grab another plate from the cabinet. “Will she be here soon? I–”
“Hey baby bear,” Wesley takes his hat off and smiles at me. “Miss me?”
I nearly drop the plate as I run across the kitchen. “Wesley! I–” I don’t need no words, I jus’ get to lickin’ his face, kissin’ him, and squeezin’ him.
“Missed you too, baby bear.” He scratches my ears n’ I growl. I like that.
“No funny business in my house,” Daddy says. “Especially not in the kitchen.”
“S-sorry, Sir.” Wes says.
“Okay…” I set him down.
“Now everyone at the table, dinners ready.” Momma says. “And it’s very nice to see you again, Wesley. James said you were coming by, so we made your favorite. Jim helped.”
“Extra chips, just the way you like it!” I smile.
“Thank you both, it was a long drive, uh,” Wes looks at me. “Can you make me some coffee? I was up all night driving.”
I hug him one more time, extra hard. “Anythin’ for my man!”
Wes mutters a ‘thank you, baby bear’, into my fur before I let him go to sit at the dinner table. It don’t take long to make up the coffee. I guess Momma was right! Make coffee n’ food just the way he likes it and a man can’t stay away.
When I turn around I see Wes frownin’ at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I missed it.”
“Missed what?”
“How you make the coffee.”
“Hehe,” I kiss his cheek. It’s all scruffy with his beard. He’s so handsome! “Y’know if you ever move back you can have it whenever you want.”
Wesley’s face turns bright red. “Haha, maybe. Yeah.” He gulps down his coffee. “Thank you for dinner, and thank you for letting me stay here tonight.”
Daddy smiles. “You’re practically part of the family now, Wesley.”
Wes blushes harder, he looks like a tomato. Hehe. “Th-thank you, Sir.”
“What did we just talk about, Wes?” Daddy smirks.
“Th-thank you, uh, Dad.” Wes stares at the floor.
I can’t believe what I’m hearin’! He n’ Daddy don’t usually get along. “I told you, you two’d get along eventually!” I sit down and grab Wesley's leg.
He jolts upright, slamming his knee into the table. “FFFff–Yep, yes we-we do.” He lifts my paw from his leg to the table.
What was all that about? He’s probably just nervous and flustered cause of Daddy. I’m just so glad he’s here! While we eat I spend most of the time starin’ at him. I like how he cut his beard, it’s short n’ close to his face. The red-brown color is so pretty, he is a very striking man.
Something else starts to bother me, though.
“Wes,” I ask.
“Hmm?”
“Why’d you drive?”
“I, uh, it was a last-second decision.” I hide my face in my coffee. “Mhm. Spur of the moment.”
“Hmmm…” Jim leans close. “Ain’t he the sweetest?”
I kiss his nose, thankful that’s a good enough excuse for him.
My heart nearly exploded when Jim grabbed my leg. He was barely an inch away from the little wooden box in my pocket. Fuck and when he asked why I drove… I’m not sure how I’m going to do this…
I just need to get through tonight and… the weekend, and hopefully when we get back, assuming everything has gone according to plan, I won’t need to worry about it anymore. Then we just unload the trailer, buy some new furniture and…
Oh GOD! Jesus it’s really going to happen, isn’t it?! I squirm in the chair, hoping Jim doesn’t notice. He’s telling a story about work or a coworker, I should try and pay attention but my mind is racing.
Mr. Park with his damned ‘part of the family’ line. Just this once, I’m glad Jim’s not the quickest. I’d be devastated if the plan fell apart. I don’t think it will, but I need to be careful. How do people do this?
Dinner goes by slowly, Mr. Park must have told Mrs. Park because she’s smiling at me the entire time. Jim doesn’t notice, thank God, but that only makes me more nervous. We’ve moved to the living room to enjoy dessert.
“So why’d you come early,” Jim nuzzles my cheek. “You jus’ can’t stay away from your baby bear, huh?”
Mr. Park groans, but I ignore him. “Th-that’s right, and, uhm, I–I thought we could do something this weekend.”
“Like what?” Jim asks with his mouth full.
“A big date, in the city. Something we haven’t done before, all the bells and whistles.”
“S’kinda a drive, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but we’d stay in a hotel.”
Jim's eyes light up. “Really? A fancy one?”
“The fanciest,” He doesn’t know how true that is just yet, and if it weren’t for selling my condo and what I have left from selling Dad's old place last year I wouldn’t have been able to swing this, but dammit, I want Jim to know I’m serious.
Nothing's too good for my baby bear.
“What’re you smilin’ about?” Jim presses his head against my cheek. “You tryin’ to surprise me?”
I kiss his snout. “No funny business. You’ll see tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?! I gotta pack! Uhm,” He looks at his parents.
“You go pack, we’ll keep Wesley company until you get back.” The look on Mrs. Park's face makes me anxious.
“But Momma, I wanted Wes to–”
“I won’t hear another word,” She smiles and looks at me. “You and Wes have alllll the time in the world.”
Jim snorts. “A couple of weeks ain’t that much…”
Poor Jim, he’ll have to wait until tomorrow night. He might implode, he’s the most insatiable man I’ve ever met. Not that I’m complaining, but Jim was the first man I had to say ‘no’ to he had me so exhausted.
That was the best birthday of my life.
“We have all weekend, Jim.”
“Fine…” Jim kisses my cheek and drags me outside to say goodbye. “What kinda world am I livin’ in where a man don’t want his dick sucked?” Jim huffs.
“Shh! If your parents heard you say that–”
“I jus’ wanna show my man how much I missed him,” He presses his forehead to mine and whispers. “I bet if I do that thing you really like we'd done in no time at all…”
“Go get packed.” I grab his paw before he finishes unbuttoning my jeans.
“Fine!” He pouts and stomps off.
That bear is too cute, and I can’t help but watch his butt while he walks off. His big, bouncy, warm, and enticing butt.
“Wesley?” Mrs. Park asks. “I’d like a word while Jim is gone.”
What now, Christ I–
Don’t overthink it, Wes.
Wesley doesn’t even let me touch his junk all night! I could almost swear he’s torturing me. No idea why, though, I thought for sure him comin’ back early for a surprise visit meant we’d be gettin’ frisky at least twice a day.
Though I’d prefer more. At least one for each meal of the day!
Even now in the car, he ain’t lettin’ me have at him! He loves road head! All he does is say ‘Waiting will make it better.’ n’ laugh when I try to grab his nuts. It ain’t right, a man has needs.
I stare out the window at the river and the trees as we drive down the highway. It’s pretty this time of year and a couple little boats are floatin’ along. I’m getting bored, though, I wanna get my paws on Wes.
“Oh! Wes! Wesley, we gotta go there!” I point at a bright green road sign ‘ DAM AND FISH HATCHERY NEXT TWO EXITS ’. “It’s spawnin’ season we can see em’ swimmin’ up the ladder!”
Wes smiles. “Maybe another time, Jim,”
“But I wanna see the fish, n’ go to the gift shop! Spawnin’ season won’t last forever, Wes. We can even feed em!” I scoot closer to him. “Please?”
“We can go on our way back on Monday, okay? I promise.”
First I don’t get laid, now I don’t get to see the damn fish! Nuh-uh. I take my hat off n’ hold it to my chest.
Wes glances at me out of the corner of his eye and frowns. “No, Jim, that won’t work.”
I pucker my lips, make my ears flat, and stare at ‘im with big, sad eyes. “But Weswey…”
“Don’t ‘Weswey’ me, Jim, it won’t work.” He stares straight ahead. “N-not this time.”
He keeps sayin’ that, but I know the truth! I sniffle a little bit, all sad-like. “I just wanna do somethin’ fun with you…”
“Don’t–” He sighs. “No. I’ve got the whole weekend planned and–and,” He sighs. “Jim don’t be sad I– No!”
I lift the console, scoot into the middle seat, and lick his cheek. “Ain’t I your baby beawr?” I press my nose against his cheek and whimper. Wes acts all tough n’ cool, but he’s a big softy when it’s just the two of us.
He groans. “Jim, I already said we can go on Monday, on our way back, and that’s the end of it. Okay, baby beaw–bear?”
Hehe, he’s done for now! I rub my nose up n’ down his cheek. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee–”
“This one’s starin’ at me Wes!” Jim presses his face to the glass with his snout pointing downward. “Hello, fishy.”
Hundreds, probably thousands, of salmon swarm up the ladder, and a handful of lamprey have attached themselves to the glass of the viewing area. It is kinda cool, and they had a nice hat in the gift shop I bought for Jim.
The best part of it is Jim, though.
Jim loves anything to do with fish. Fishing is his favorite activity while we camp, and he often cooks it for me. Must be a bear thing. He’s adorable as he reads all of the informational placards, but it seems like he knows a lot about it already, mostly he’s just explaining it to me.
“They even drop fish from planes!” He nods.
“You know a lot about fish, Jim.” I hook my arm around his waist.
“I jus’ like fishin’, and to keep fishin’ you gotta take care of the rivers and lakes.”
“How about we go to lunch?” I ask.
He nods. “Thanks for stoppin’, I know you got the whole thing worked out but…I wanna make the most of the time I got with you, Wes.”
My face burns. “We have lots of time, Jim. I bet you’ll be sick of me.”
He frowns. “A couple weeks ain’t that long, Wes. I–I wish I had you every day.” He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. I bury my face in his fur and sigh. I don’t think I could hide it from him if he just asked me outright…
I need to change the subject.
“You ever have sushi? I think sushi would be a good lunch.”
He gives me a suspicious look, and I think I’ll cave if he– “Ain’t sushi raw fish?”
I suppress a sigh of relief. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
At this rate, I’m not going to survive the day.
Once we get into the city Wes pulls up to a fancy-lookin’ restaurant. “Ready for lunch?” He asks, he still wouldn’t let me grab him! Not even a quick paw-off!
“I guess.” I’m gonna fuckin’ explode at this point.
“D’aww, you’ll feel better after we eat.”
“I ain’t hungry for anythin’ but dick!”
“That’s my baby bear,” He laughs and kisses my muzzle. “Come on, I planned a big romantic day.” He runs his hand along my snout and looks me in the eyes. “I want to show you that I, uhm, that I love you a lot, baby bear.”
My ears get warm and I snort. “I–I love you too, Wes.”
There’s something in his eye that makes my heart beat fast, he runs his fingers through my fur and presses his lips to mine. His tongue sneaks into my mouth and I lean into him, Gawd, he could take me right now and–
“Let’s go eat,” He pulls away and squeezes my thigh.
I blink.
That was so romantic! Where did that come from? I guess he really missed me, too. I love the way he romances me. I’m a big ol’ bear but I love bein’ romanced. Especially by Wesley, he sweeps me off my feet and makes me feel really sexy.
I follow Wes inside once I get my senses back. I’m so outta sorts I can’t even order, not that I know what anything on the menu is. Wes orders for us, and when our appetizers arrive all those good feelings I had go away.
“You can’t eat with these damn things!” My paws are too big for the chopsticks.
Wes plucks a dumpling from the tray and tosses it in his mouth, then he grabs another and holds it up to my nose. It smells good, and I’m hungry but I won’t let these stupid things beat me!
“I can do it,” Gotta put my… maybe I jus’ need… “Grr! How do you do that?!”
“We can get a fork–”
“Don’t you dare .” I point one of the sticks at him like a knife.
The waitress drops off a huge plate of sushi rolls, but I’m focused on the one dumpling. Little bastard is mockin’ me, I swear.
Wesley sighs. “Jim…”
“I almost got it!” I lift the dumpling off the plate and bring it to my mouth.
“I’m proud of you baby bear–”
My paw shakes and the dumpling falls to the floor.
“Jim…”
I squeeze the chopsticks so hard they break.
Wes raises his hand. “Can we get a fork, please?”
To their credit, this stuff is good . So good I can forgive them usin’ the dumbest utensils in the world. Who in their right mind would eat with sticks when you can use a fork? Don’t make sense to me, I think Wes is just tryin’ to show off.
He don’t need to, I already know how good he is with his hands.
Wes is watching me the whole time I eat.
I stab another roll and shove it in my mouth. God, this stuff is real good. I look up and see that Wesley looks nervous. “Wazz wrong?” I wipe rice off my mouth.
“Do you like it? You haven’t said anything and if you don’t there’s lots of other places–”
“It’s good! If I’m not talkin’ at the table y’know the foods good.”
He sighs, relieved. “I knew you would! After this we’re gonna check into the hotel, then we can rest. There are so many things I want to do with you, a-and show you!”
“Okie dokie, Mr. Romantic,” I wiggle my eyes at him and he blushes.
“That’s me,” He grabs another roll with his fancy chopsticks. Showoff. “You’re gonna love the hotel, it’s got a jacuzzi tub and a view of the river. It’s right downtown and there’s this cute cocktail lounge I want to show you, and–” He lists off half a dozen other places he wants to take me, he’s goin’ all out for this. He must’ve really missed me!
“Gosh, Wes, we’re doin' all that?”
His smile falters. “Maybe not? We–we only have today and tomorrow, we’ll have to come back sometime.”
“Sure is a lot of romancin’...”
“We can just relax at the hotel and come back another time, i-if you want.” He fidgets.
I lean across the table. “What’re you up to, Wesley Groves?”
“N-nothing.” He can’t even make eye contact with me! He’s cute when he’s nervous. “Can’t I do something nice for my guy?”
I try to meet his gaze but he keeps looking away. “I got it figured out,”
His face turns white as a sheet. “Jim this isn’t how–”
“You’re gonna let me be on top, ain’t you? I told you I don’t need to, I’m pretty happy with the arrangement as is.” He acts weird whenever that comes up, he says I can if I wanna but I can tell he’s anxious on account of my size.
“Let’s got get checked in to the hotel,” He waves down a waitress and bolts.
I manage to get one firm swat on his mighty-nice, firm, ass before he gets in the truck.
"Jim!" He yelps.
Hehe, I'm gonna get to take him for a ride!
“This place is so fancy!” Jim looks around the lobby of the hotel.
Black marble floors, all kinds of colorful flowers, and a brilliant chandelier hangs high above us. I watch people walk along the floors above us and smile. I’m so glad he’s liked everything so far, but another scare like the one at lunch and I’ll be dead.
No one ever said this was so fucking stressful!
Jim pauses to look at all the decor, even touching the plants to make sure they’re real. That bear…
“Groves, here to check in,” I say to the tired-looking young canine standing behind the counter. She taps away at the screen.
“Groves… Groves…GROVES! OH MY GOD!” She grabs her coworker, shaking the smaller feline heavily, and points at the screen. “IT’S YOUR SPECIAL DAY! AAAAHHHH!!”
I cease to exist.
The woman looks at me and then to Jim while I try to collect myself.
“Oooooh… Yikers.” The canines coworker hisses through his teeth.
Jim puts an arm around me. “Yep! This is the nicest date he’s ever taken me on, we don’t go on alotta dates cause he lives so far away.”
“Yes.” I say. “That is it.”
“R-right. H-here are your room keys.” She thrusts the card into my open palm.
“Thank you.”
Jim drags me to the elevator. “The service here is so nice! They got all excited for our date, do you think they’ll do anythin’ special? Like somethin’ fancy, like free wine?”
“Maybe.” My mouth is dry and I’m shocked my ribcage hasn’t burst through my chest.
“Don’t be anxious Wes,” Jim suddenly pushes me against the wall of the elevator. “I promise I’ll be real gentle…”
Right, that . For once I’m thankful that Jim’s not the brightest bear in the world. “I’m not anxious, er, not that anxious.”
Jim smiles and slides a paw down my back, sticking a couple fingers past the waistband of my jeans. The elevator dings. “Hurry up!” Jim grabs our bags and runs down the hall toward our room.
My mind races as I follow. How could he not know by now?! Jesus! I’m so fucked, God.
Jim peeks his head out of the doorway. “Wes! Look!”
A gift basket is sitting on a low table. It’s full of chocolate, snacks, and a bottle of champagne. “Oh my God.”
“They gave us snacks! D’aww, look at that,” Jim points to the floor. “Roses!” He starts to rummage through the basket. "You'd think this was the honeymoon suite, hehe. Romantic!"
Panic rises in my throat, or maybe it’s just vomit. A trail of rose petals goes from the door through the neatly furnished room and around a corner toward the bedroom. Following the trail, I turn the corner and see the lights turned down low.
Oh My God.
A teddy bear holding a little notecard that says ‘Congratulations Mr. & Mr.’ sits at the top of the bed. I lunge across the room and dive onto the bed, grabbing the fucking bear and shoving it between the mattress and the wall before Jim enters.
I roll over on my back and smile. “It–It’s nice, huh?”
“Wesley Groves!” Jim puts his hands on his hips. “I can’t believe you,”
No! No, God Dammit I’m going to burn this place to the fucking–
“You horndog,” He begins to unbutton his shirt. “Teasin’ me all day, then you get in bed like this?” His exposed belly and chest are a sight , almost enough to distract me.
“Jim, wait I–”
He falls onto the bed. “Nuh-uh. I waited all day .” He yanks my jeans down.
“Baby bear, wait until ooooh, dear fuckin’ God…” I impulsively thrust upward as he drags his tongue along my rapidly-inflating cock.
“Relax…You’re all strung up, lemme take care of my man…” He smiles and places his paw on my stomach to hold me in place. A low growl escapes his throat and he licks his lips before taking my entire shaft into his warm, welcoming maw. I gasp when his cold, dark nose presses into my skin through my tangled pubic hair.
“You’re so fucking good,” I moan, allowing myself to relax for the first time in a week.
He swirls his tongue around my tip and grabs my ass with one paw and rubs my entrance. “Gonna get me some of this tonight,”
I melt into the bed and place a hand on his head, scratching between his ears. “My bear…”
“That's it, jus’ relax…” His warm breath on my exposed cock feels so fucking good and once he has all of me back into his mouth I feel my shoulders slump and my jaw loosen. God… I needed this.
No one gets me relaxed like Jim. Even now during, without a doubt, the most stressful day of my life. His paws rub, squeeze, pinch, and tease every part of me. He slightly twists my nipples and presses just the tip of a finger inside me.
“Getting real, real close, baby bear.” I press his head down.
He removes his paw from my chest and grabs my wrist. “Nuh-uh, I’m in charge in bed, remember?”
Over the last year, he’s become very confident about sex, and he knows exactly what he wants. I’d never really let anyone tell me what to do and usually, I like to be the more dominant partner but I’m more than happy to surrender to Jim’s affections.
“Mmmm….” He grumbles as my cock slides down his eager throat.
All I’m allowed to do with my hands is scratch his ears, if I move them anywhere else he swats me away. I’m the luckiest man in the world to have this bear. He sticks his fat ass in the air and wiggles it around.
He knows I love that view, not as much as I like watching his furry cheeks bounce and jiggle while I plow into him. I bite my lip imagining it: My hard, fat, dick stretching his pink hole, turning him into a moaning shivering mess beneath me.
Playing with his nubby little tail.
Running my fingers through his soft fur.
Rubbing his belly.
Fuck!
My tongue in his mouth, or kissing his neck while I take him.
Make him mine.
Show him how fucking sexy he is!
Fuuuuuuck!
He’s–He’s gonna be all mine!
And tonight he’s gonna make me all his!
My bear filling me up!
His belly bouncing while he fucks me.
My legs over his shoulders, surrendering to my bear .
Kissing me. His big, green, beautiful eyes.
He’s going to take me right after I ask him to–
“Ahh! Ahh, Fuck!” Jim’s eyes widen as I start to fuck his face, then he smiles up at me while he takes my nut. He’s very pleased with himself, just grumbling and growling, rubbing my belly, and playing with my ass. “Take it! Take it!”
He doesn’t spill a single drop as I hold his head down.
“Guhhh…Sorry, I–” I take a deep breath. “I got a little rough at the end…”
Jim crawls up the bed and lays flat on me. “S’okay, I’ll get my payback later when I get to fuck your butt after dinner.” He laughs.
Thankfully he can’t see me blush while I’m under him. This is my favorite, being squished beneath my man. I love how his fur feels on my skin, but we have places to be! I reach around and smack his ass once before pushing him off of me.
“Let’s shower, I can take care of you and–”
“No, sir, you cannot.” Jim props himself up on an elbow. “I’m savin’ all this–” He shakes his dick. “For your butt.”
“R-right.”
“But we should get cleaned up before our fancy cocktails n’ dinner.” He rolls off the bed and pauses in the door. “Ain’t you comin’?”
The thought of him fucking me drove me over the edge…Or maybe it was the thought of–
For the love of God , don’t overthink this, Wes.
I thought I did a good job relaxin' him, but Wes starts actin’ funny again. He almost looked angry when I went to grab his pants! I didn’t think he’d be this nervous about lettin’ me do him, he has to know I’m just foolin’ around with all that ‘payback’ stuff.
I’m gonna be a real gentleman, bet I could make him feel really good if I do that thing he does with his tongue. Yeah, gonna make sweet, sweet, country boy love to my man. It’ll be the perfect way to cap off our romantic date!
He’s pullin’ out all the stops, so I will too.
“Damn, Jim, just look at you.” Wes runs a hand along my vest. “When did you get this?”
I’m wearing a dark purple vest and a nice white button-up shirt with a pair of comfortable slacks and my nicest shoes. “I got it for my cousins weddin’,” I strike a goofy pose. “How do I look?”
“Perfect.” He looks up at me, smiling.
“W-well you look real good too!” His outfit is simpler than mine, just a really nice dress shirt and slacks. I hope he doesn’t get too cold while we walk. “My handsome man,”
“All yours,” He kisses my nose. “Let’s go. We have just enough time for a couple of drinks and to walk back for dinner.”
Wes looks furious as we walk by the lobby again, and that really excited gal from earlier looks nervous. Maybe they forgot somethin’?
Still can’t believe all the nice stuff the hotel did for us, bet Wesley arranged all that. I’m the luckiest bear in the world. He stands close to me while we walk the few blocks to this cocktail place he was talkin’ about.
“How’d you hear about this place?” I ask.
“I, uh, I read an article about the most romantic places in the city.” He says.
“D’aww, Wes!” I pull him into my side. “You could take me anyplace and it’d be romantic.”
His face gets serious. “I want to show you that you’re important to me, baby bear.”
My ears flatten, he has that same look in his eye he did earlier… come to think of it he looked like that while we were gettin’ frisky in the hotel, too. It gives me a serious case of butterflies. It's like... like he doesn't want anything more than me. Mmmf.
“I think this is it,” He stops us in front of a brick building with an old-fashioned wooden sign hanging over the door.
I raise an eyebrow. “Station 1? What the hell does that mean?”
“No idea, everything in the city is named like that.” Wes holds the door open. “After you,”
Inside is kinda smokey and dark but in a cozy sort of way. We find a booth and Wes cuddles up right next to me. The drinks are so expensive my eyes almost fall outta my head! Wes insists that ‘nothing is too good for you,’ which makes my giddy, but I still don’t see why he’s gotta spend so much.
Can’t say I don’t like it, though.
“Are… Are you having fun?” Wes asks.
“This place is weird…” I look around at all the random decor, and I can’t help but wonder why it’s so dark .
“Oh…”
“But it’s cool, I never been in a place like this.”
Wes smiles. “Good! There’s lots of fun stuff to do in the city, we’ll have to do this more.”
Hmmm…. “Yeah, yeah we will.”
Wes is still actin’ suspiciously… Come to think of it, everyone is being suspicious! Daddy bein’ nice to him, Momma saying ‘I have all the time in the world’ with him, the hotel people…Wes always askin’ if I’m havin' fun in the city…
He’s gotta know I’m a country bear, and we can just go camping, he doesn’t have to do all this for me. I dunno why he insisted on comin’ to the city unless…
Naaaaaah, he wouldn’t.
After a couple of cocktails, Wes stands and holds his arm out for me.
“Well look at you, bein’ the perfect gentleman.”
“I love you.” He kisses my paw. “Do I say that enough?”
My ears go crazy. “Y-yes… but I like hearin’ it.”
“Then I’ll say it more.” He stands on his tiptoes, and I can smell a little bit of the cocktails on his breath. “I love you.”
My fur stands on end. “What’s gotten into you? You’re bein’ so amorous!”
“Come on, we don’t want to be late for dinner.” He hooks an arm around my waist and pinches my tail. “I love your cute little tail, too.”
“Don’t go gettin’ handsy now,” My ears get hot. “You gotta wait until after dinner.”
The whole walk back Wesley can’t keep his hands to himself. He’s feelin’ me up, kissin’ me, tellin’ me he loves me. He only had two drinks, ain’t no way he’s drunk. I’ve seen him drink enough to kill a horse!
We arrive back at the hotel, they got a big fancy steakhouse attached.
“Groves, party of two. We have a reservation.” Wesley smiles at the waiter standing inside the door.
“Right this way,” The shorter human says as he guides us through what has to be the fanciest restaurant I’ve ever been in.
Candles in the middle of all the tables, big fancy paintings on all the walls, and all the waitstaff in formal clothes. I feel a little underdressed until I see most of the other people eatin’ here are wearing clothes like mine, save one or two.
Huge glass cases make up most of the walls, and each of them is totally filled with bottles of wine. It makes me nervous that there’s no price tag beneath any of them. He better not spend too much on this.
We pass by a few empty rooms and each time I think that’s where we’ll be eating, but we never stop. This place probably even has a somm–sommoleer? Those people who know about wine! We stop at a big pair of heavy wood doors.
The waiter pushes them open and my heart does summersaults. We’re outside on a walled off patio. Two sides have wooden walls covered in vines and flowers while another is open and faces out toward a private pond and garden.
It’s gorgeous! I see ducks on the pond and geese wandering around the garden, we’re close enough to appreciate the sights but far enough that it’ll be private. I even see a few people wandering around or sitting and feedin’ the animals.
Wesley steps ahead and pulls out my chair. “What do you think?”
“This place is so nice...” I mumble.
Wes rubs my shoulders after I sit and then leans down to kiss me on both cheeks. “I love you.”
Butterflies again!
He sits across from me and orders another bottle of wine and appetizers he thinks I’ll like. His smile is big and broad as he whispers something in our waitress's ear. She laughs and nods.
I look around the patio again. Fancy flowers, fancy table, everything is so… so much! I’m beginning to think this is about somethin’ more than just getting to top him! I only get more and more suspicious as dinner goes on.
“Have… have you had a good time today?” He asks.
I nod. “This is the best date I've ever been on, I think.”
“Good…that’s good…” He coughs. “Would… Would you like to do this kind of thing more?”
“Mmm… I ain’t much of a city bear, but this has been a lotta fun.” I smile at him. “Yeah, yeah I think I would. Maybe next month, for Christmas, we can do somethin’ fancy too. Not as fancy as this, though. If you can come visit, that is…”
“I’m sure we’ll spend lots of time together at Christmas,” His hand disappears beneath the table. “Maybe we should go on more dates in the city? There's a lot to do here, it'd be fun!”
All of his confidence and excitement has died down, he just looks nervous again. He absentmindedly pokes at his food and takes a few sips of wine. I can’t tell exactly what he’s thinkin’, but I’m starting to get an idea.
He keeps talkin’ like we’re gonna spend more time together, and more time in the city… does he think–
He reaches across the table and grabs my paw. “Jim, baby bear, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Wesley.” I smile, but I’ve got a funny feeling about this.
He takes a deep breath and… wipes his eyes? “Sorry, I, damn…” He clears his throat. “I know it’s only been a year but–I–I have something to ask you…”
Oh my God. He’s… Is he gonna ask me to–
“Jim I can’t stand being away from you for another second.” He squeezes my paw.
Oh NO! I knew it! I knew something was up!
“James Arthur Park, would you m–”
“Wait!” I pull my paw away. “I–I know what you’re gonna ask…”
“Then you’ll…?”His eyes widen and I see tears form in the corner of his eyes. “Jim?”
“Wesley, I–I love you but…”
His voice cracks. “But?”
My heart breaks seein’ his face, I’ve never seen him this sad. “I can’t…”
Wes stares at me, all the color fading from his face. “Y-you can’t?”
“No, I–I can’t.” Now I’m gonna cry. No! I gotta tell him now, I’ve been puttin’ it off too long.
Wes stands up and leans over the railing of the patio, staring out at the garden. “I knew it. I knew it .” He sobs. “Oh God, Oh God! I’m gonna die.” He paces back and forth on the patio. “I knew this was a mistake!” He covers his face with his hands and cries.
“I–I'm havin' a great time, Wes, but– Please don’t cry!” I beg. “We can still have a fun weekend!”
“My life is over !” He groans and collapses back into the chair.
“Wes I gotta think of what this would do to momma!” I don’t think he’s listening.
He bites his fist and his whole body shakes as he cries. I knew he’d be upset, but he looks like he’s been shot!
“We–We can still visit each other, maybe in another couple years we can–”
“I can’t wait a couple more years, Jim!” He shouts angrily and then gasps, his eyes wide and afraid. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. Oh GOD! I don’t deserve you, I’m the worst man alive!” He wipes snot from his upper lip and his whole body shudders as he cries.
“That isn’t true, Wesley! You’re the best man I ever knew, and I love you.” I reach across the table and place a paw on his shoulder. “You’ve made me the happiest bear in the world, Wes.”
He looks at me, his eyes red and cheeks soaked with tears. “Th-then why can’t you m-marry me, Jim?”
“Wes if I move Momma’d–” Wait, what?
“If it’s too soon we can just get engaged and wait, live together a while.” He says through the tears.
The gears in my head turn slowly.
“The house needs work but I r-really th-think we can make it our own,” He presses his face into my paw, kissing it once. “There’s extra bedrooms, one day we c-could adopt a couple kids.”
I stare at him as he whines and whimpers into my paw.
“I p-promise I’d be a good husband, I’ll do anything if you’ll just, be my ba–baby bea–bea–…Oh God I can’t do it, I’m gonna die! I–I…!” He wails and sinks further into the chair. "I don't think I'll make it without you!"
“Wesley–”
“You don’t have to say anything, else Jim, I understand.” He kisses my paw again. “I–I’ll get another room, and–Eugh–” He wipes more snot from his face. “Y-you’re th-the love of my l-life. I’m s-sorry I– I can’t!”
Wes wipes his tears on his sleeve and stands. “Wait, Wes–”
“I hope y-you find a man who makes you h-happy, Jim. You deserve th–Mmrreeughhh!” He buries his face in his sleeve to muffle his cry. “The world, You deserve the whole world!” He turns away. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you!”
I grab his shoulder and turn him around. “Wait! God dammit, wait!”
“Jim, please let me go…” His face scrunches up, he looks terrified and hurt.
“What did you say?!”
He sniffs. “Y-you deserve the wo–”
“No, Wes, not that! I–You ain’t askin’ me to move to your city?”
“No,” A string of snot drips down his nose. “Did–did you think I was?”
“Yeah.” I say. “Cause you was askin’ about doin’ this more and… and I thought you…I…I think I got a little ahead of myself, Wes.”
“Oh.”
We stare at each other for what feels like forever. I dunno what to say! Should I just say ‘Yeah, I’ll marry you’, after putting him through all that?! I’m the dumbest bear in the world! Everything makes sense now!
The surprise visit, him and daddy gettin’ along, why he was so nervous the whole damn day! Jesus Christ, Jim! How did you not catch on when the lady at the front desk shouted ‘Ahhh, it’s your special day’!
Jus’ look at this poor man!
He still looks pale, scared, and hurt. His brown-red beard is sticky with tears and snot, his short hair is a mess after he ran his fingers through it. My poor man, my poor… poor… Fiance? His blue eyes are fixed to mine, he looks so sad.
His lip quivers and a sharp whine whistles through his lips.
“W-Wes you ain’t jokin’?” I ask.
His jaw drops. “Why the fuck would I joke about that?!”
“I–I jus’ wanna be sure!”
“So–”
The door creaks open and a tall feline steps onto the balcony holding a platter with a fancy-lookin’ dessert on it. “This dessert is complimentary, we’re glad you decided to include us in your special day!”
She awkwardly sneaks by and sets it on the table.
“Is that what uh, crembroolay looks like’?” I smile.
“Jim.” Wesley's voice is raw.
“Wh-what?”
“Take a seat, Jim.” He turns me toward the table.
He looks exhausted. “Wesley?”
Walking like a zombie toward me he gets down on one knee. “James Arthur Park.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small wooden box. “If you don’t marry me, I’m going to die right here, right now.”
Flipping open the little box he reveals a solid silver band encrusted with little green and blue gemstones, it glows so nicely in the light. “I–”
“I will die, Jim,” Wesley says, his voice is flat and his face is empty of emotion.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Wes!” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him into the scruff of my neck. I can feel all the tension leave his body and he collapses into my arms.
“Thank fucking God.” His voice is still raspy.
All at once I realize what’s happening, what this means.
I gotta call Momma! And Daddy! Oh my God! We’re gonna get married! I pull him closer and feel myself about to cry. Who cares, I can cry all I want 'cause I’m gettin’ married! Woo hoo! I’m so excited I could jump for joy and–
“Jim…” Wes moans into my fur. “Baby bear…”
“Yeah?” I cup his chin in my paw and stare into his tired, but relieved, face.
“Can we go to sleep now?” He whimpers and a tear streaks down his face.
I wipe it away and laugh. “Yeah, yeah we can.”
I think I just about killed him, the poor fella.
Yep, my fella.
My Fiance!
Hot Dog!
Note: The part where the receptionist yells "Oh my God, it's your special day!" Actually happened when my husband and I checked into a hotel the weekend he was going to propose to me. No, I had no idea and what Jim said is almost an exact quote, but instead of distance it was because of quarantine.