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Striped Candy

Chapter Six

By Roofles

“You do seem to be in better spirits, lately.” Lars brought up one Sunday afternoon. The panther was on Jeff’s couch again, naked, with his bare feet resting on the human’s lap. Lars had one arm up on the back of the sofa, slightly turned towards the TV he was currently watching. Though his attention was elsewhere.

Jeff looked up from them at Lars’s words, still rubbing one of the massive paws with both hands. The paw pads were thicker here than on the panther’s hands. They were a pewter gray, like other parts of Lars which Jeff found oddly titillating as he rubbed them. Rough to the touch, Jeff couldn’t be sure if it was due to the panther’s age or the years of hard work that made them so.

“Do I?” Jeff only asked looking at the muscular, naked panther lounging out on a sofa too small for him.

Lars had one arm up on the back of the couch more for support than comfort. With a leg resting down on the floor now, foot planted firmly on the ground to keep the heavy panther from sliding off. One paw was still in Jeff’s lap as the panther scooted himself away from the edge once more. When the heavy feline relaxed, his weight pulled him towards it again. Jeff didn’t want to point out it was the gut the panther boasted that was the cause for this.

Pushing himself back up once more, the jungle cat took a long breath of the cigar in his muzzle. The end burned brightly as the obsidian fur chest rose until finally he exhaled, openly in the room, out his muzzle. Jeff only frowned, having asked the panther to not do that indoors.

“Yeah. Just seem more… relaxed, is all.” Lars grunted, grinding his rear against the cushion in annoyance. “You need a bigger sofa.” He complained, there was a twitch of an ear though. One of Lars’s whisker moved and the felines tail kept moving. Jeff knew something was up.

“I told you your fat ass wouldn’t fit.” Jeff only chuckled ignoring it, looking back down at the paw resting in his lap. The toes curled and splayed out, opening up as the panther stretched once more. The size of one of these paws were nearly as large as Jeff’s face. “And don’t smoke in the apartment!” Jeff got on him again, not asking about what was bothering the panther.

The twos relationship was more physical than anything else and they had both agreed to keep their problems out of it.

Lars just gave him a look at that, rolled his eyes and put the cigar out on his rough tongue. That dark pink tongue curled around it, the panther chewing it like a wad of gum before giving a sickening large gulp. Letting the human watch in morbid curiosity.

“Sexy.” Jeff laughed, shaking his head and staring back down at the paw in his lap. Working on it. In his own way, Jeff was trying to help the panther relax.

“We both know you love it.” Lars chuckled, watching the human intently, with sharp keen eyes only a cat could have.

“You’re making the whole place stink.” Jeff just rolled his eyes at that. It was difficult to talk to Lars when he got like this. Lars was thick headed and didn’t like being told what to do. The panther would go out of his way to aggravate the human when Jeff had the gall to tell him off. Jeff wanted to say more, the naked football player on his sofa was a bit of a distraction. Jeff couldn’t focus on a good argument when he was just hanging loose like that. Lars seemed to know that also.

“Stink? Smell like this maybe?” The panther added lifting up that hind paw and rubbing it over Jeff’s face, pinching his nose with two of his toes. The musk was even stronger here than in other places and the human flushed at that as Lars showed no sign of moving it.

Petting him with it, clenching those toes in his hair and dragging them down. Not letting up even when Jeff pulled back and even slide his big toe into the human’s mouth when Jeff tried to speak.

Jeff cringed back as the panther flexed his toes over his face with a low growl once more. The sweat, musk and grime of the day… Jeff could taste it all as Lars’s pulled his toe out and wiggled them in front of his face once more.

“Smell familiar, doesn’t it? Scent marked your whole room the other night.” Lars just continued, pressing that paw against his face as he talked. Grinding it in with his words. “Take a nice good whiff of it… you’re going to be smelling it a lot from now on.”

Jeff closed his eyes as he took hold of the paw with one hand. The panther tensed, waiting for the human to move it out of his face. Jeff didn’t and the panther relaxed once more, his nails retreating back into his fingers and his fur laying down as the human willingly pushed his nose against it.

“Yeah… I knew you liked it…” Lars said softly with a low growl to himself, resting back once more with half closed eyes, still just watching the human. His tail flicked and Lars flexed, feeling the human loving attention to his sore paw before relaxing once more, tailing swaying off the couch. “Your’e just my little musk slut…” The panther growled.

Jeff lowered the paw down before kissing one of his toes, looking up to watch the feline. Lars had been over each night this week. In the morning from the previous night, then right after when Jeff got off work. The panther claimed it was because he had the free time before the next game. Jeff knew better.

Lars had said he was cool with it, with Jeff hanging out with the tiger. That the two of them, Bruce and Lars, got along. Everything was “Fine.” Nothing to worry about. It was clear there was something going on when Lars showed up the next day without warning. The panther had become evasive about the subject whenever it came up in the following days. Coming over more often. Marking his territory. Even asking about the tiger every now and then out of the blue.

Jeff didn’t say anything about it when it did come up. He hoped it’d just go away if he ignored the problem. It hadn’t gotten worse at least…

That large slightly sweaty, musky paw in his face was distracting enough without dwelling on such thoughts. And Jeff gladly gave into it. Rubbing the largest pad with both his thumbs. Kneading the rough skin and pushing against those cushioned pads in return. The panther curled his toes at that letting out a throaty chuff. Keeping his toes open as Jeff nosed between them, giving a slow, long lick and tasting the panther’s day on his tongue.

Lars’s claws dug into the sofa and the panther showed no sign of caring.

Jeff hadn’t done something like this before, though he had thought of it. Large cats were kind of his thing. Strong, large yet silent predators just sent shivers up his spine when one walked past. With those piercing eyes and whiskered muzzles. He never knew how thick one of their hides were until he met Bruce and only ever able to experience such things with Lars. It had a faint musk to it. It was the panther’s paws that seemed to contain the “marking” Lars had mentioned earlier. Those large paw pads, thick, squishy, and rough were unyielding against his tongue. Able to support the heavy weight of the predator.

The warmth of them. The smell. Jeff wasn’t thinking of much else, until Lars spoke.

“Never done this with that tiger, huh?” Lars chuckled, saying it more for himself than for Jeff’s sake. The human pulled back at that, giving Lars a look. That had defiantly been a mood killer. “W-what?” Lars sat up, getting a bit worried that Jeff just stopped. The human usually picked up the pace when the panther teased him. “You haven’t actually…”

“No. No we never have.” Jeff just said, shaking his head a bit and pushing the panther’s paw off his lap. “Or will.” He added getting up, turning away from the panther. Why did Lars have to bring that up now of all times? It still was a touchy subject for the human. It also confirmed the fear he had of Lars having issues with Bruce and him being friends.

Bruce and him had reconnected and yet, he knew that though their friendship was mostly restored there wasn’t anything more to be won there. Jeff didn’t want that type of relationship with his friend, that didn’t mean he would turn down a little foreplay with the tiger if it ever came up. Kissing, licking, nuzzling. Groping, humping, sweaty, wet, sticky fun time.

The thing was, Jeff knew Bruce couldn’t ever offer him that. It was hard and he had to learn to accept that from his friend; or at least he thought he had.

“What? That some kind of problem that you haven’t?” The panther got up as well, fur standing up a bit. Getting angry at the look that crossed Jeff’s face. The human’s emotions were easy to read and his disappointment had been clear to the panther. “Rather have him here on the couch, than me?” Lars even snarled a bit, looking away. Tail flickering quickly behind him.

“It’s not like that at all. We’re not like that. Bruce and I are just friends.” Jeff tried to explain. His accuse was weak and Lars didn’t buy it for a second.

“Maybe we should call him? Have him come over and finish the rest of the job then. Rather have that fucking tiger than me…” Lars snarled bitterly looking away, flashing fangs.

“I think you should leave.” Jeff only said, trying to keep the peace as he himself was about to get into a fight. Annoyed by it all. He had tried to be the reasonable one here! To try an ignore it all. To just forget the issue the panther seemed to have about his friendship with the tiger.

It wasn’t like they were dating…

Lars had been the one after all that had gotten the two of them hanging out again. Which Jeff shortly brought up after Lars began arguing about it, refusing to just leave. Lars wanted to talk about this, or more like, argue about the whole thing.

“Well… I didn’t realize that it would be a problem!” Lars ended up growling bitterly to himself, looking away after Jeff through that in his face. The corner of his muzzle twitched every now and then flashing just the tips of his fangs, tail lashing back and forth. The fur on his arms rose up and Lars was attempting to smooth them back down.

The panther had tried to keep it all to himself. To stay out of Jeff’s and Bruce’s, the whole teams, problems. The panther hadn’t realized that Jeff had been coming to him for that emotional support he needed during the twos fallout. With him and Bruce hanging out again, Lars found himself being the third wheel – even if he was the one sleeping with the human. It was all he had the human for anymore.

“We haven’t done anything!” Jeff ended up just saying it again, louder than before. Getting angry about it himself. How many times had he told the panther that now? “He’s asexual, Lars. Nothing. Ever. Will. Happen.”

“And you got a problem with that!” The panther just pointed out, looking over with a sharp glare. His nails dug into his arms. Lars kept them crossed over his chest, holding them tightly so the panther didn’t end up hitting the wall or worse. “I see the way you look at him. Hanging out. Touching, feeling each other…”

“What? So, I can’t even hug my friend now?” Jeff clenched his own hands tightly, shaking them in frustration and just turning away, unable to look at the panther. This hadn’t been their first fight about it all.

“You just don’t get it.” Lars snarled, looking away once more and beginning to pace. Jeff had noticed Bruce do the same when agitated. It had to be a big cat thing.

“Obviously, I don’t.” Jeff wanted to shout, keeping his voice low and even. “So, tell me. Explain it. Let me understand.”

“Just, forget about it.” Lars just waved it off. The panther was already getting on his clothes he had lewdly stripped off an hour ago. Giving a slow tantalizing strip tease for the human. Now it was anything but.

It had seemed so long ago now as they both stood here, neither budging or backing down on the argument.

“Something came up.” Lars ended up saying, making a poor excuse for heading towards the door. He grabbed his coat, stuffing the phone he had “checked” inside it and was planning to just leave it at that.

“Of course.” Jeff just growled himself, clenching his jaw. Lars never wanted to talk about anything of real substance or meaning. The problems in life.

It had been refreshing at first. A chill, laid back guy to hang with. Hug, pet, cuddle and get fucked by. There hadn’t been any real issues and as Jeff stood there, the front door slamming behind Lars, he could understand why. The panther and him never actually talked.

Real talk. They shot the breeze. Talked about sports, the weather or what they wanted for lunch or dinner. Light hearted things. When any issue came up, like with Bruce, the two ended up in the sack. Or with a paw in his face. It had been a nice distraction, until that problem came into the bedroom.

“Damnit, fucking…. Fuck it.” Jeff ending up punching the wall, letting some frustration out before just yelling in the empty apartment. He took a quick shower to wash the panther’s musk off before heading out.

It wasn’t long before Bruce was waiting for him outside the tiger’s apartment, Jeff texting him ahead of time.

“Hey.” The tiger just greeted him warmly with a hug. Jeff threw his arms around that thick black striped neck and gave it a strong squeeze.

The tiger blinked a couple of times before returning the hug. “You ok?” Bruce asked in a soft but deep voice, pulling back a bit as Jeff looked away. The human had tears in his eyes and the tiger ended up picking him up and carrying him up to his apartment without another word.

“Just so stupid, is all.” Jeff started with as Bruce set him down inside and shut the door. The tiger locked it after. “I can’t believe him!” The human went on.

Bruce just cocked an eyebrow at that, not saying a word as he headed towards the tiny kitchen in the back to make Jeff a beverage. The tiger had bought a fancy cappuccino machine and was already turning it on, planning to make Jeff a steamy cup of tiger foam. Bruce didn’t care too much for coffee and it was the first real reason to use it.

Jeff didn’t take a seat and just began pacing back and forth in the studio apartment.

“Something on your mind?” Bruce asked shaking the whip cream dispenser before topping off the coffee drink and walking over with it.

Jeff only grumbled incoherently as he took the drink.

“Careful it’s hot.” Bruce warned, watching as the human just nom the top of the whip cream peak.

“Needs more whipcream.” Jeff just said and the tiger chuckled at that walking back into the kitchen. It was a special blend, the tiger’s own recipe and knew the human would enjoy it. Bruce had been working with the recipe since the first time he had made it for the human and it had become a signature of his food truck.

“Do you want to uh… talk about it, maybe?” Bruce asked walking back over. “Say when,” he began to top the drink with whip cream. When the human didn’t stop, the mound tipped over and the tiger had to catch it.

“Sorry.” Jeff said helping cleaning the mess up.

Bruce just shrugged opening his muzzle and licking one of his fingers clean. Then another. Over his palm and around his thumb without much thought. Just cleaning his hand off while the human watched.

“You missed a spot.” Jeff chuckled, blushing lightly as he pointed at the tiger’s chin. Bruce tried to look at it but couldn’t from the angle. “Here…” Jeff reached up with one finger and wiped it off for him.

Bruce smiled at that, only teasing as he opened his muzzle wide and took the whole human’s hand into it. Licking over the palm and between the fingers with that grooved tongue before pulling off.

“I thought you didn’t like sweets.” Jeff flushed, not meeting the tiger’s eyes.

“It’s not that sweet, a little bitter. Used dark chocolate in the mixture.” Bruce just explained with a smile, always glad to talk about his work. “A little salty even…”

“You like things bitter an salty, huh?” Jeff nudged his side. The tiger missed the innuendo.

“Better than sweet.” The shirtless tiger only shrugged once more. It was already the middle of spring and the heat was beginning to get to him.

The room had an old junker of an air conditioner hooked up in the far window. Several fans had been turned on and the tiger took a seat on his bed, in the middle of the room. Bruce was in his boxers and little else as he rested back, propping up his weight with both arms as he panted softly, tongue curling in his muzzle.

Jeff took a seat next to him. “My air conditioner works… if it gets too hot over the summer.” The human offered moving over to take a seat next to him. The tiger tail curled around him as Bruce sat up a bit.

“Normally I’d turn you down…” Bruce pulled on the fur around his neck as if he were wearing a sweater. “But with the whole global warming shit going on, I’m burning up already.” Bruce just joked about with a shrug, not thinking too much about the comment.

“That’s exactly what I mean!” Jeff pounced on the subject matter however. “Real conversation! With substance. Meaning. World changing events!” Jeff tried to stress the words as he looked over at Bruce for confirmation.

It utterly confused the tiger.

“Ah….” Jeff realized he hadn’t given any context to it. He ended up spending the next ten minutes trying to describe what had been going on between Lars and himself. How things were great between them in the beginning. That they had several things they could do together. But how it became clear the two of them had only one thing in common.

“And, well, once the other problems began surfacing in there too…” Jeff left that open ended. What Lars had said this afternoon hadn’t been the first time the panther felt the need to bring something else up in the middle of it all.

“He couldn’t get it up?” Bruce just asked. Jeff laughed. “You couldn’t get it up?” The tiger only teased further.

“The sex part was just fine.” Jeff rolled his eyes. He noticed the tiger’s nose twitch at that, the tiger sniffing at him. He nudged Bruce’s side once more. “Hey now, you’re the stinky one here! I showered before coming over.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” Bruce only chuckled, shrugging his heavy shoulders. “And can’t do much about the smell… it’s kind of uh… soaked into the blankets.” The tiger reached back to touch the chocolate silk sheets and rubbed it with a paw, letting it slide between his fingers.

“I meant you.” Jeff nosed at him, giving a fake sniff before recoiling quickly and covering his face. He chuckled lightly. The sound got caught in his throat as Bruce just rolled his eyes, wrapped an arm around him and pulled the human face first against him.

“Is it that bad?” Bruce only chirred deeply, letting out a chuff of breath at the bright flush that quickly took the human’s face. “That bad, huh?” The tiger only asked moving the human away from his chest and right under his arm. He lowered it down over his head, pinning Jeff’s nose against his pit and gave another chortle. “Don’t seem to mind it one bit.” The tiger just mused as one of Jeff’s hands took hold of the thick fur on his chest. Gripping it tightly as the human’s face scrunched up under his arm, eyes closed.

Those fingers gripping at Bruce’s thick hide making the tiger smirk, showing his teeth as he looked down at the human. Jeff’s argument all but gone as the human squirmed under the tiger’s flexing arm, teasing him as he grinded that nose right into his pit.

Bruce tail flicked to one side, the tiger trying not to growl as his friend struggled to get some fresh air. The tiger relented, letting Jeff catch his breath before, with both arms, hugged Jeff right back there. Seeing the look on his face, the flush filling his cheeks as the human tried not to show that he enjoyed it. Enjoyed him, despite it all.

Of him.

Bruce’s ears splayed out as he finally let Jeff escape and the two exchange an awkward laugh. The two sitting there as silence began to fall and Jeff was able to clear his head a bit. The tiger’s nails dug into his own legs as he tried not to show his own nervousness about it. Had he gone too far?

“I’m,” Bruce finally started up.

“Sorry.” Jeff was the one to say. “I know…” He continued as the tiger looked over at him confused, Bruce having planned on being the one to apologize. “I know you aren’t like that… or like… into me, the way I am… into you.” Jeff couldn’t even look at his friend, sitting there on the bed. Admitting the truth to himself.

Bruce wasn’t sure what to say to that. He had honestly expected the human to get up and storm off after the teasing. Now here Jeff was apologizing to him for what the tiger had done.

Jeff got up suddenly which made the tiger sit up a bit taller, waiting for Jeff to walk out. Instead the human began to pace right there in front of him.

“I just can’t help it! You’re great. And cute. And funny. Sweet, when you’re not being a total dill hole.” Jeff just laid it all out, like a sponge being squeezed dry. Spilling out all his secrets. “I just… just… like you, that way. I’ve always thought you were attractive.” Jeff felt like a high schooler telling the person he’d been crushing on his true feelings. “And I know, I know,” Jeff said again facing him. Looking into that face and into those warm caring eyes watching him. Then began to pace again. “That you don’t have any of those interests at all and could never be able to feel the way I do about you. In that way. I know…”

“Says who?” Bruce just said aloud, making his own ears perk up as if someone else had said those words. Jeff stopped at that, looking at him in disbelief. “Well, I mean… we never even like…” Bruce was the one getting flustered now as the tiger’s tail flicked to the other side. He shifted his heavy paws on the floor not looking at the human in his apartment. “I mean not like that, maybe… We hadn’t ever tried anything before.”

“I… what?” Jeff nearly shouted the word. He faltered, unsure what to say to that and ended up just taking a seat next to the tiger. “Bruce.” He said the word.

“When we were uh… separated,” the tiger started up. “I didn’t think how much it would actually… affect me.” He looked over at the smaller male on his bed with him. “Not in that way,” he added with a roll of his eyes. “I just didn’t realize how much you were a part of my life… until you were gone.” Bruce said the words disheartened, the confidence in them fading as he spoke. He held both his hands in his lap, looking down at them knowing that the past couple months apart had been his own fault.

“Bruce…” Jeff wanted to say more but couldn’t find anything to say, the subject matter had been a taboo between the two and neither had openly discussed it since.

“And I just… it was… it made me realized how much you mean to me.” Bruce cleared his throat a bit, placing a large hand on Jeff’s leg. He gave it a soft squeeze, looking up now into the human’s face. “I-If that’s what it would take for you to stay in my life from now on… I’ll do it.”

“Bruce, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want.” Jeff just said with a bit of a frown, looking into that orange, white fur, black striped face. Trying to read behind the mask Bruce wore. To see anything behind it. Something more.

Bruce gave a small laugh at that as he turned a bit towards him now. “Like you could make me do anything I didn’t want…” The tiger said, showing no sign of worry. One of his ears flicked and Jeff knew better by now how uneasy Bruce was right now.

“Bruce.” Jeff said his name again wanting to just turn him down, to say it was ok. His heart was beating, palms growing sweaty as everything he had thought about, dreamed about, fapped too on cold lonely nights was sitting right here next to him now.

One of his hands moved on its own, up to pet the side of Bruce’s large muzzle. The tiger tensed at the pet and Jeff waited for him to relax. Looking into that broad face looking down at him. Those eyes searching Jeff’s for something. All those thoughts behind the tiger’s eyes as Jeff scooted closer, placing his other hand on Bruce’s leg.

And Jeff kissed him.

A soft, yearning kiss as he tried to hold himself back as everything began to spill out as he met those warm black lips with his own. The tiger didn’t move, didn’t say anything and so Jeff just continued. Tilting his head to one side as he scooted even closer, pressing against him and into those lips as Bruce sat there on the bed.

Jeff could feel the thigh he was holding tense. Feel the fur between his fingers, the muscle underneath as the warm musk of the tiger clung to his hand. Jeff didn’t leave it there, not missing the chance. That hand slid over the tiger’s thigh and roamed up over his stomach. Lingering there, scratching underneath the fur before drifting down to feel Bruce for the first time since they met.

Bruce didn’t recoil or push him away. The tiger just sat there and let Jeff feel him up, even placing on large hand on the human’s shoulder.

Jeff pulled back at that, leaving his hand there as he waited for Bruce to respond. Say something to him. The tiger just sat there, looking at him with those eyes.

“Anything?” Jeff just ended up asking, his throat becoming suddenly dry.

“It wasn’t… bad.” Bruce started, giving a single nod as he thought about it.

Jeff tried to move his hand back, looking away. He stopped as he felt Bruce’s grip his wrist.

“I didn’t say stop.” The tiger just said, moving his hand back between his legs. “It does feel… nice.” The tiger just said lightly as Jeff turned back to face him. The human could feel the tiger’s hefty sheath with his fingers through the fabric of the tiger’s boxer shorts. The warmth of Bruce was making Jeff’s palm sweat again. “The physical feel of things…” The tiger continued as if trying to explain the way he felt it.

“Is that so…” Jeff gulped loudly, just watching him still.

“Do you want to spend the night, Jeff?” Bruce just asked instead as he let the human take his hand back. “I’ll make you dinner, I have some beer in the fridge…” The tiger placed both his hands in his lap, looking back down at them. “There’s nowhere else to sleep but the bed, if that’s ok.” The tiger just continued. “Could see where things… go… from there.” The tiger licked his own lips, trying to ignore his nerves once more. “If that’s what you want.”

“We don’t have to do anything.” Jeff just reassured him placing a hand on Bruce’s arm now as he scooted a bit closer, his own heart pounding loudly in his ears. Hoping desperately that Bruce did. “I just want to be close to you.” Jeff winced after saying those words, as if hearing just how sappy that sounded.

Bruce only chuckled lightly, looking over at him. “Usually people try NOT to get close to me…” The tiger gave a chortle, shaking his head. “You’re the only… friend I have that’s stuck around after, well, everything…” Bruce didn’t go into more details. “And I just… don’t want to lose you, again. For my stupidness.”

“You won’t, probably.” Jeff teased with a small laugh. “Just know if… you don’t feel like anything, or whatever… you can say so.” The human got up with a stretch, trying not to focus on the fact the tiger’s musk still clung to his hand, or the tent in his own pants. He turned his hips away from Bruce’s face. “So, what’s for dinner?” He ended up just finishing with giving Bruce a warm smile.

The two spent most of the night in the kitchen, or what Bruce called a kitchen. It was more a counter, a very small stove top and a microwave. Bruce had several extra pieces of equipment stashed in the back closest, a space that wasn’t connected to the apartment but the balcony. There was far more space in it than the apartment itself and Jeff had a sinking feeling this whole place was normally used by those who were getting a divorce, forced to move out of their own home with their things with such a storage unit in it.

Jeff tried to ignore the lingering smell of despair as he helped the tiger get a few things out.

“You bought a whole roast?” Jeff only laughed as the tiger, wearing a pair of large oven mitts, carried the slow cooker out from the closet. “How did you know you were going to have company?” Jeff asked ignorantly as he took a smell from the covered slow cooker.

“Well…” Bruce didn’t want to admit he made the thing for himself. He might have enough left over for lunch tomorrow, maybe. “It’s just nice someone here to eat the extras.” The tiger just said instead with a large toothy smile.

“Extras?” Jeff just asked, the tiger glad the human wasn’t aware of what a glutton he could be. Bruce had planned on sitting in nothing but his boxers, watch the game and eat a whole pot roast for himself for dinner.

“Well, even if I can’t eat them, doesn’t mean I don’t garnish my meals.” The tiger just chortled, giving a heavy huff after. “Carrots, onions, garlic…” The tiger counted everything other than the actual roast off. He shook his head, gagging a little. “They add to the flavor but just,” the tiger shook his head with a bit of a laugh, patting his gut. “Don’t sit too well.”

“Such a waste.” Jeff just teased some more moving over to help prepare the sauce. Only to stop, realizing the tiger had done it already. Everything was done and the last-minute dressing, the tiger himself was working on. Jeff just rested back against the counter watching the tiger work in the far too small kitchen.

The portable oven on the counter was baking several potatoes, sliced and diced, seasoned and drizzled with the tiger’s homemade olive oil.

“Do you just make everything yourself?” Jeff chuckled setting the bottle down.

“Most things, yeah.” Bruce just nodded still focused on the task at hand. “It’s cheaper. It taste better and well…” He gave a shrug.

“You enjoy it?” Jeff just smiled at that. The tiger didn’t respond. One of his ears flicked and that tail swayed to the other side.

“I wouldn’t recommend it, though.” Bruce ended up saying instead. “Unless you do it… perfect, it’s just easier to buy the stuff. Taste better. Mess up and well, I’d just throw away the whole batch.” Bruce looked over only now noticing the human watching him. That made the tiger’s tail stick out, stiff as a board. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You were staring.” Bruce stood up to his whole height, the counter being too short for the large tiger. In nothing but a pair of loose briefs, Bruce just seemed out of place. The tiger went over to wash his hands again instead, looking away from the human. And thus, bumping his head on one of the overhead counters.

Jeff covered his mouth, trying not to snicker at that.

“I thought cats were supposed to be graceful.” Jeff muttered under his breath, looking away.

“Keep that up and no dinner for you!” Bruce warned, giving a low growl in embarrassment, rubbing his head.

“I guess, I’ll just have to fill up on something… else.” Jeff lewdly insinuated. Bruce didn’t catch it at first. Then the tiger ears laid back and he looked away, twiddling his thumbs.

“I need to g-grab something.” The tiger just said excusing himself, bumping his knee into the counter and trying not to curse as he hobbled away. Jeff felt bad for laughing at that, seeing the big tiger all agitated like this. Able to get under his fur.

It made him blush. Feeling those butterfly’s dance in his stomach as he watched the big lug walk out to the balcony closet to get something; both of them knowing the tiger just needed to excuse himself. Jeff face was red by the time the tiger got back and the human had to take a step out himself to catch his breath.

Bruce had been a dear friend to him through text and in person. He was the friend he had been looking for. A tiger of all things. Someone he could watch Sabers game with. Talk about shit with, about life, about work and the fucked up political system. Yet, someone he could just sit on a couch with and enjoy a good beer and nothing more. No words needed to be said, so long as he was there with Bruce.

Jeff had long since pushed away his desires for the tiger, locking them up and trying to forget all about them. Now, Bruce was the one to stir things up between the two. Feelings he thought were gone were surfacing and he couldn’t deny it as the tiger came out on the balcony with him.

Bruce leaned against the railing at his side, that long striped tail brushing the humans side. Jeff could feel the goosebumps form on his arms and tried not to shiver. When he did, the tiger just laid one heavy arm over his shoulders and pulled him closer.

“Even for spring, these nights are cold.” Bruce just said, resting his weight a little against the human. Jeff looked at him. Bruce returned the glance. “Going to sniff my armpit, again?”

Jeff only blushed at that, shrugging the arm off and going back inside. Bruce chuckled at that before jumping as one of the timers went off and hurried back inside, squeezing past Jeff, to check on the potatoes.

“It’s all about timing.” Bruce just continued to explain as if he were a teacher and Jeff was a student failing the class, coming over after school to do extra credit work in order to pass the class…

The human only blushed more at the thought of that. Of Bruce with a ruler, Jeff over his leg. The bad student being punished by the teacher and just…

“I need to use the restroom!” Jeff said a bit too loud and hurried into it.

The door shut behind him but the lock on it didn’t work. Jeff stepped in front of the sink only to kick the pair of pants Bruce had been wearing. He looked down at them, then over one shoulder before crouching down to pick them up to look over.

He ignored the pants, finding Bruce’s shirt underneath. It was sodden with sweat and Jeff guiltily took a sniff of it, before laughing and letting it drop to the floor. It stunk of the tiger and Jeff washed his hands, splashing his face with the cold water, trying to calm down.

Jeff finally just admitted it to himself. He wanted his cake and to eat it too.

The best friend and sexual lover, the tiger mounting him like he was nothing but a stray alley cat. Jeff touched himself at the thought, already hard. He’d normally fap before going back out there, this being one of the few mornings he and Lars hadn’t done anything. He’d use the tiger’s sweaty shirt for it… Now, the lingering thought of the tiger tonight kept his hand at bay.

Jeff took several more minutes before going out to join the tiger.

Bruce and him had dinner on the counter top, having to move the equipment off to get the room too. They talked idly about nothing in particular as they ate. The beef was moist and peeled off in juicy chunks, Jeff hadn’t ever had roast beef so tender.

Which he was about to comment on when he saw the tiger.

Bruce muzzle was open wide, fangs flashing in the light as drool oozed down the tiger’s tongue as the hungry predator devoured another piece. Turning it to mush in second, gulping it down as he ripped another piece apart, shredding it with his sharp teeth and already working on the next piece before finishing that bite.

It was a side of the tiger Jeff hadn’t seen. Those eyes were contracted, Bruce’s full focus on the meal as he ate hungrily. Not even using utensils as one clawed finger worked just as well. Fur standing up slightly, tail stiff and motionless behind him as the tiger cleaned his plate off. Only to slab another hunk of the roast beef onto it, making a bit of a mess.

Bruce licked one of his finger’s clean before even seeming to notice Jeff was in the apartment, looking up at him. The tiger had been looking forward to this all day, taking at least twelve hours to cook the meal. Only ending up having half a chicken for lunch today. He hadn’t planned on a guest dropping by, let alone sharing the meal with them.

“Uh…” The tiger just said, ears folding back as those eyes relaxed and he looked away embarrassed. He lifted a hand unsure what to say, tensing a second later as Jeff took hold of it by the wrist.

Bruce only watched as the human brought that large hand over and then licked one of the finger’s clean. It had been the same thing he had done for Lars the other day. Bruce’s ears perked up at that his full attention focused on the human now as Jeff tasted the roast beef on that large pink paw pad. Over one of the other fingers and then down to the tiger’s palm.

Bruce was at a loss for words as he watched. No one had ever done anything like this to him before and he continued to just sit there and watch, like a spectator, as Jeff let go. The human got up to move around the counter to sit at the tiger’s side. Touching his thigh with one hand as he reached over to pick up a rather large hunk of roast beat, dripping with juice and offered it to the tiger.

Bruce swallowed at that, looking at him. Then the food before back at the human. The tiger tentatively opened his muzzle once more, teeth drooling as Jeff offered the piece for him. That large hot pink tongue lolled out, curling around the food, and Jeff’s fingers, to pull them both in. Black lips closing around his fingers before Jeff pulled them out and the tiger ate.

Gulping the food down after chewing it far longer than the rest, just watching the human next to him.

Bruce picked up a piece, offering it to him. Jeff blushed at that, smiling softly before taking it. Tasting the tiger’s finger as well before Bruce let it go. Just watching Jeff enjoy the meal.

“It’s good.” Jeff just said at that.

“Yeah…” Bruce agreed, tail swaying behind him now. His toes clenched the floor as they kneaded it, shifting the tiger’s weight to the other side. Jeff still had one hand on his muscular thigh. The fur was warm to the touch, the flesh almost hot underneath.

Jeff gave it a rub as they continued to share the meal.

“Maybe I should come over for dinner more often.” Jeff giggled as the tiger licked the palm of his hand clean, that coarse tongue tickling his fingers as the tiger suckle on them.

Bruce got up without a word at that, catching Jeff’s attention.

“Lay back.” The tiger said before taking a heavy breath. “I mean… would you like to lay out on the bed…” He offered to the human. Jeff got up. “Takes your shirt off.” The tiger ordered, wincing at the tone he used. “I-if you like.” He added quickly after.

“Sure…” Jeff did as he was told stripping his shirt off and getting up on the bed to lay back. Looking down at the tiger now.

Bruce took a few moments before coming over. At first Jeff wasn’t sure what he was doing until he felt the wet warmth of the roast beef dropping onto his chest. It splattered, juice dripping down over his belly. The human wanted to move at that in disgust. In the next second the tiger was over him; Bruce’s huge shadow blocking out the light above as the massive predator loomed over him.

Jeff froze, seeing that look in Bruce’s eye again. Then shuddered as the tiger licked over his belly with that coarse, sand paper like tongue to clean up the mess he had made. It didn’t stop there. That muzzle opened wide to bite down on the meat, juice spilling out of it as the tiger ate it up. Licking his chops before nosing down at the human. Sniffing here and there, licking over one of Jeff’s nipples and watching as the human reacted to that.

Bruce gave a throaty chuff at that. Using one large hand to hold Jeff’s arm to the bed as the tiger continued to lick over his chest, chewing lightly on the fuzz there before nosing up under the human’s neck.

“You’re all scratched up.” Bruce said softly looking down right into his face. There was a flash of something behind those eyes, Jeff wasn’t sure what though. “Did he do this to you?”

Jeff flushed, having mostly forgetting about the scratch marks Lars had made. He just nodded, meekly, submissively to the large tiger. Bruce growled low at that, a sound that seemed to fill the whole apartment. The fur on the back of the tiger’s neck lifted up as well.

Jeff could see the tiger’s claw extend, gripping the sheet next to his head.

“Did he… hurt you?” Bruce tried to ask, it was mostly a growl and Jeff had to take a moment to figure out what he had asked.

“Well, sometimes… rough sex is nice.” Jeff just shrugged looking up into that face, unsure why it embarrassed him so.

“Is that what you want?” Bruce claws dug into the sheets now, puncturing holes in them. That animal look still in his eyes.

Jeff voice caught in his voice as a heavy hand brushed down his side. He could feel the tiger’s breath wash over his face, smell the dinner on Bruce’s breath.

“N-No…” Jeff finally managed to find his voice. “I just want you, Bruce.” And he reached up to wrap and arm around the tiger’s broad neck. “I’ve always wanted… you.”

One of Bruce’s ear batted at that, the tiger reaching down to touch the human’s stomach. “Did he breed you…”

“Well,” Jeff flushed in the face unable to believe these were the questions Bruce was asking about all this.

Bruce gave a heavy, throaty chuff at that. “Then you won’t mind if I do too.” And the tiger, on all fours, laid over the smaller male. Jeff had no arguments with that as that furry body enclosed around his own.

Bruce’s fur was musky, the tiger having gone a couple of days without showering in the hot weather. It rubbed against Jeff’s body as the tiger grinded down over him, smothering Jeff’s face with his chest fur. The human’s nose pressed between the tiger’s pecs. Jeff took a breath of him, flushed in the face as the tiger growled deeply at that.

“We both know what you like.” Bruce eased up a bit, moving over before lifting his arm up high. He waited, watching the human. Feeling one of Jeff’s hand grip at his thick hide, scooting closer and nuzzling into it now, into him. Willingly, without being told too.

Jeff gave him a look, flushed in the face before moving over to nose the tiger’s armpit. Bruce gave another throaty chuckle at that. Reaching over to pet the back of Jeff’s head, pressing him lightly against the crook in his arm as Bruce laid onto his back, bringing the human with him.

The two lay there, enjoying the feel of the other as Jeff moved one leg up and over the tiger’s on, hugging it tightly with both of his as he pushed against his body. Bruce just laid back with closed eyes, feeling Jeff rubbing over his chest with a hand.

He wasn’t sure how long they laid there. After a bit, Bruce figured Jeff had fallen asleep. Only to sit up a bit to move over, closer to him. Nuzzling underneath the tiger’s neck at the scruff of loose flesh there. Nosing at it, licking over it before biting it lightly. Bruce growled low at that, tilting his head up.

The tiger kept his eyes closed focused on the feel of the human with him. Feeling Jeff rubbing over his chest, nosing his other armpit now. Licking it, tasting him. The human’s weight shifting to sit in his lap, laying out over him as both his hands gliding up Bruce’s sides and then back down. Down and around to grope the tiger’s tight ass.

Bruce smirked at that, giving into the feel of it. The feel of Jeff. “Don’t stop.” He told the human without opening his eyes. Jeff got off him and the tiger just lifted his hunches up a bit, letting the human pull his boxers off.

The tiger sucked in his gut as he felt one hand glide under his hefty sack, Jeff lifting it up to feel the loose flesh between his fingers as that hefty orb slide off the tip of his fingers and back onto the bed. Bruce’s sheath wasn’t even have filled and Jeff knew he would have to work on it more if he wanted this to work for them.

Bruce inhaled sharply as he felt Jeff’s lips touch the opening of his sheath as if it were a pair of lips. Kissing it deeply, sliding his tongue right inside and tasting the tiger fleshy inside. Bruce gave an involuntary buck of his hips at that, groaning softly as he twisting one leg, stretching out as Jeff laid right there in his lap, next to his groin making out with his plump sheath.

Jeff rubbed over the tighter sack with one hand, rubbing the base of his sheath with the other. Groping and feeling the tiger’s thickness inside as he continued to make out with it. Kissing, licking, biting and pulling it before shoving his tongue right back inside. Jeff could hear the tiger groaning with pleasure at that. The tiger’s gut grumbling as Bruce rubbed over it, thinking of the meal he had just had. Of eating it off the human in his lap and focusing only on these animalistic thoughts.

Bruce bent his other leg and pushed his bare hind paw right against Jeff’s chest, rubbing his toes over it, kneading his musk into the human’s chest hair. Jeff took hold of his ankle and moved the tiger’s paw right down between his own legs. Bruce let out a throaty chuckle at that, continuing what he had been doing between the human’s legs.

“Take your pants off.” Bruce didn’t need to say it twice as Jeff began working the buckle with one hand, stilling nosing his scruffy groin fur and tasting his plump sheath.

Jeff managed to worm his way out of the pants, kicking them off to the side and giving himself to the tiger’s paw that pressed back into him. Those thick paw pads were far smoother to the touch than he was expecting, the firmness of them squishing against his rigid shaft, toes curling around his length made the human moan right into the tiger’s sheath his lips were still wrapped around.

Bruce stirred at that, teasing the human was a nice aphrodisiac. His plump sheath stirring, Jeff tasting the pre that began to leak from the barbed tip. The tiger sucked his gut in at that, the human teasing his tip. He clawed at the bed letting out a gruff breath, beginning to breathe heavier.

The tiger’s musk only increased with his arousal. Bruce’s moan became growls and he twisted his body as Jeff gave him another stroking jerk around his sheath’s base.

Jeff moved his hand lower, underneath the tiger’s sack. That got Bruce’s attention.

“Stay in the front.” Bruce only growled in warning, clenching his ass. Bruce twisted his paw in Jeff’s groin making the human squirm.

With one hand resting on the back of his head, Jeff went back to focusing on the tiger’s sheath and hefty sack. Rolling it in his palm like a pair of stress balls, pulls and playing with the loose musky flesh of it. Rubbing the sheath and pulling it down, letting more of the tiger’s throbbing dark pink spill forth. Right onto Jeff’s greedy tongue. Pulling it into his mouth and licking over the whole head, teasing underneath along the small barbs there.

That got a response from the tiger, who roar out in a loud growling groan. Claws digging into the bed as Bruce humped right up into the human’s throat, those barbs flaring out and making Jeff choke a bit.

Pulling back, he coughed wiping the drool off his mouth as Bruce sat up a bit, looking down to see what the problem was. Jeff just went back to work without a word and the tiger letting out a throaty growl, sounding almost like a purr as Jeff took hold of his free length and began stroking him off.

Jeff humped into the large paw pressing against his groin. Running his own leaking shaft between the toes, against the pads and Bruce was kind enough to give it a jerk with his toes.

And they stayed like that as the minutes began to roll by. Neither kept track as Jeff enjoyed what he had been craving and the tiger laid back, enjoying the wanted attention to his body. Lounging out butt naked on his bed, holding the back of Jeff’s head as the human tasted him. Licking and teasing his length, stroking over it and jerking out more of that rich musky fluid from the tiger’s tightening sack.

The musk was rising, the raw heat from the tiger’s groin increasing as that hefty sack pulled up off the bed closer to him. Bruce growls grew louder as he held Jeff’s head tightly, giving one last final hump before blowing his load into the human.

That dark pink shaft began pulsing, the end erupting with hot liquid tiger juice. Spilling out of the tip and onto Jeff’s tongue, gulping down mouthful after mouthfuls of Bruce’s thick release. It didn’t stop. The tiger just resting back now as he spilled everything out and into the human he was holding against his crotch.

Jeff lost count of how many times he swallowed, eyes watering, jaw tightening up by the time the tiger seemed to be slowing his pace and the human was able to pull off for some much-needed gasps of air. Panting Jeff wiped his chin off, red in the face as he looked up at Bruce.

The tiger had his tongue lolled out of his open muzzle, head tiled back as he just laid there in afterglow bliss. Bruce’s chest rose heavily and fell with his lumbering breaths as Jeff moved up to lay at his side. The tiger wrapped one arm behind his back, stretching out a leg before turning over to face towards him, hugging Jeff to his chest with a deep growl.

“Was that good for you?” Jeff just asked, chuckling lightly as the flush from his face began to fade.

“That had been a while.” Bruce just chuckled.

“I’m just glad you finally finished. My jaw was beginning to hurt.” Jeff teased moving back to lay out on his back. “Did you really enjoy it…?”

Bruce just snorted at that. “I think your belly could answer that.” He added giving the human a poke. “The physical… feel of it is still nice.” The tiger assured him with a soft smile. “I just don’t have that… need for it. Doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“I see…” Jeff thought about it, it had taken the tiger a while to finish. The human moved over to check on his phone, laying out on the edge of the bed ass sticking up into the air.

Bruce growled at that moving over as well before laying out right on top of the human.

Jeff blushed even more as he felt the tiger’s still hard dick run between his ass cheeks as Bruce’s weight slowly rested down on him.

“Round two.” Bruce only warned before thrusting in.