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“A cabin, huh?” Mr. Blik heedlessly dropped their tactical bag to the floor before reaching inside of his coat pocket for a cigarette. He pulled out a small golden yellow box and flicked the top open with a thumb, pulling out a white and orange tipped stick between his fingers. “We really lucked out this time!”
“Only for t’night,” Gordon reminded, pulling up his light blue sweater before folding it up. “We gotta meet up with the Elder en the morning an’ this is the closest thing that we can sleep en.”
Gordon trekked over to the dresser that sat beside a nice queen-sized bed and carefully placed it inside the top drawer. He turned to Blik, who was digging in the bag in search for something to light his cigarette with. The cig dangled from the side of his lips.
“Yeah, but two-stories and a workin’ kitchen?” Blik replied. “This has gotta be someone’s vacation home we’re billeting in!”
“Aye, et is pretty nice!” Gordon said with quick nod.
He gazed over the bedroom. It was pretty large for single bedroom. The room was in a shape of a reverse capital L, a floor lamp and the door leading in being at the left, behind the two cats. The whole room was encased in cypress logs giving it a really cozy feel, and had three windows: two near the bed and one large one on the other side of the room where it extended out. All that could be seen was hills of white. If it wasn’t for the heating system and the thick logs, the cold radiating from the windows would’ve been enough to make the bedroom the equivalent of a walk-in freezer.
While the bed was placed in an odd spot (it made the boys assume that the room was going to be normal sized, before notice that – oh, it had another side, and a large one at that!), it looked really cozy to sleep in. A two fluffy pillows with a large quilt with a red and brown plaid design draping over the mattress. It had cream colored sheets right under it, but Gordon had mistaken it to be a white at first glance. The bed frame was made out of logs, as if this whole place didn’t have enough of it to go around. To the left of the bed was a nightstand with a lamp. Far beside the bed sat a record player, a record storage display, and a fake plant sitting in the corner.
On the other side of the room was just a large carpet that ate up a good amount of the floor, a black recliner, another floor lamp, and a short bookshelf with knickknacks on top. Right behind the recliner, at the very end of the room, was what looked to be a counter. Gordon assumed that was a cocktail bar, because whoever was there left a couple of empty margarita glasses out and their cocktail shaker.
This also meant that whoever owned the cabin had money.
They were staying in a rich person’s home.
Gordon looked back at his older brother. He had finally found a match inside their tactical bag and was lighting up his much needed cigarette. The bombay shook the flame out and drew in while shoving the blown-out match into his coat pocket.
Gordon scrunched his face. “Do you really need t’ do that here?”
“What?” Blik replied, a brow cocking upward. “I’m not goin’ back out there!”
“Your cigarettes are so venomous, et’ll take an entire army of Scotland’s fiercest warriors down!”
“Yeah, and you’ll get used to it.”
Mr. Blik drew in from his cigarette again. The Manx shook his head before turning to look at the bed, then out the window right next to it. It was like the whole world was a snowy tundra. Light grey skies and powdered mountain tops could be seen in the distance. It looked like it was going to snow soon. Thank god they got some proper shelter, even if it was for the night.
Gordon gazed back at the black cat who was now leaning against the wall. He hadn’t moved an inch from his spot ever since he stepped foot into the room. Probably because he’d want to be near a light source for when he needed another cigarette. The cat pulled the stick away from his lips, held the smoke in before exhaling a fluffy cloud. Despite how large the room is, Gordon could still smell that rancid stench from where he was stood. His face crumpled up in response.
The room stood silent as the two just dozed around. The Scot looked over towards the record player, pondering on if he should play something. It was that, or check out what the owner of the cabin had in their library. He knew that Blik would probably dive into their liquor and make himself a cocktail once he discovered that this place had its own little bar. They don’t have anything to replace the liquor once he does; But, that’ll be their problem once they leave.
The white and ginger cat turned back to the bombay. He looked like he was in a bit of a daze, though, it was hard to tell because of the helmet on his head. A twinge of concern sprung up in Gordon’s chest; but he kept himself from making it apparent on his face. He didn’t want to worry Blik.
The cat then walked over, and stood against the wall as Blik took another draw of his cigarette. He innocently cocked his head to the side.
“What’s on your mind?” The Manx asked.
Mr. Blik exhaled. “Just...thinkin’,”
“Yeah?”
“...Nothing too serious, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You looked a wee bit lost there, is all.”
“I did?” Mr. Blik blinked. A small frown formed on his face before he put the cigarette back between his lips. “Sorry...Guess I was just thinkin’ too hard.”
“What would make you do that?” Gordon inquired. He realized how ironic Blik’s last statement was. “Aye’m right here, ya know.”
“...Mh.”
Gordon watched Mr. Blik sink into his coat. The cat’s paw rose up instinctively to hold onto his cigarette. But instead of pulling it out to exhale the next cloud of toxins, his paw just sat there; fingers caressing the stick ever so lightly before he spoke.
“I feel…” Blik began, his voice unsteady as he struggled to decide what to even say. “I was thinkin’ about it...the war, I mean. I feel...Doesn’t it feel different to you right now?”
Gordon cocked a brow. “The war?”
“No,” Blik said, shaking his head. “Not that. I mean, right now. Don’t you feel different?”
“...Aye don’t know what you mean, lad.”
Mr. Blik whipped his head to face the other. “I’m askin’ if you feel alright.” Blik stared at the cat for a few seconds before turning his head back, his eyes still on his brother beside him. “Do you feel...okay?”
“Y-Yes, aye do,” Gordon confirmed with a nod. He still wasn’t sure what Blik even meant by that. Maybe he was struggling to explain how he feels? “What’s this all about?”
“I feel...safe. In here,” Mr. Blik stated. His eyes averted towards the floor. “I was thinkin’...Out there, I don’t always feel like this. Cigs help keep me calm, but out there...I’m always vulnerable. Like I’m naked, or-or I got some kind of target on my back.”
Blik then drew from his cigarette again and exhaled before continuing. “We gotta keep a keen eye. Learn quick. Watch our surroundings at all times or else it’ll be over before we know it...But, in here? I...don’t gotta worry about that for awhile. Nobody’s outside. No camps near by. Just you, me...Waffle...and this generous billet who’s owner’s got fat stacks of cash!”
“You noticed?” Gordon said with a smile.
“Noticed? Have you not seen this place?! This probably goes for like...100,000 grand at least!”
The bombay then put the cigarette in his mouth. He rolled it over to the corner of his lips, chewing at the end as he looked up at the ceiling.
“I wish I had this cabin,” Blik mumbled, folding his arms with a pout. “A nice big home away from everyone else. Fuckin’ perfect.”
“Et is a pretty good place t’ live in,” The Scot agreed, softly. He took in Blik’s words. Something within him sunk when he was made aware about his brother’s constant need to stay alert. Now what he was asking made sense.
“Thank god nobody else is stayin’ here,” The black cat continued. “We’ve got the whole place to ourselves. Complete and utter privacy! Nobody can hear you scream!”
“An’don’t forget the bathrooms!” Gordon added.
“AND the bathrooms!” Mr. Blik sat up from the wall and headed towards the bed. Gordon followed and the two sat right beside one another. “Much better than the friggin’ barracks...I don’t wanna step foot in another one of those again.”
“The only thing we’d ever have there is the bed,” Gordon remarked. “An’that’s not sayin’much…”
“The beds we had were friggin’ BUNKBEDS!” Blik spat. “Some random GUY sleeps above us and the whole fuckin’ room is FULL of GUYS. Where they gonna put three cats at? Waffle had to sleep on the damn floor!”
“We slept like that back at home, though. You an’ me shared a bed, an’ Waffle always slept on the floor.”
“It’s the matter of principle, Gordo,” Mr. Blik said, flatly. “I don’t wanna share no bunkbed with some greased up pig ball all in my lonesome. What if that guy snores? Or kicks? Or talks in his sleep? What are they gonna do when I lose some sleep because my bedmate sucks? Tell me to suck it up, that’s what!”
“Well that’s not a problem anymore,” Gordon stated, reassuringly. “We were en the barracks once, now we are t’gether.”
The Scot reached over and grabbed Blik’s paw when he said that. He patted it gently, and gave the other a warm smile. Blik returned this, and slowly interlaced his paw with his; fingers locking tightly. The two smiles widened when Gordon’s thumb ran over the short black fur. A very affectionate touch that made Blik’s stomach feel ticklish.
“Now that’s what I like,” He said, a tinge of poise in his voice. “I feel safer already.”
“Neither of us would let anythin’ bad happen t’ you,” Gordon assured.
“I know,” Blik replied. “That’s why I feel good right now.”
The two cats then scootched a bit closer to one another. They both pressed the side of their heads together affectionately as they held each other close. Gordon’s paw snaked over and landed on Blik’s shoulder. It was like they read each other’s minds. Their paws did not let each other go.
Mr. Blik sighed. The silence between the two was comforting. Nothing else needed to be said as one anothers’ company filled that void. Blik’s eyes stared down at the cigarette between his fingers; the stick now being half of what it was. He pondered for a second, appreciating his brother’s warmth and touch as they sat near a window that radiated the coldest of airs from the snow outside. His eyes shifted back towards the Manx beside him and they lit up.
“So…” Blik began, fingers fumbling the cigarette as he spoke. He adverted his gaze for a few seconds before looking back up at his brother. “We got this all to ourselves, huh?”
“Yep,” Gordon confirmed with a smile. “What’cha thinkin’ about?”
“Uh...thinkin...thinkin’ that..” The bombay trailed off as fumbled with the words in his mind. “―How this is the first time we’ve ever had any form of privacy in months. I-It feels weird. I still feel pretty weird, but...not like I’m scared.”
“Aye, aye see what you mean,” Gordon said. “Aye’m not really used t’ this either.”
“Yeah. It just shocks me how often we’ve been together for so long.”
“Nothin’ wrong with that. Anybody else would’ve wanted t’ stick with their brothers as often as possible.”
“Yeah, I know. It just feels like...I took a step back and now I’m seein’ everything.”
A certain little idea scratched at the back of Mr. Blik’s head. It told him to stop talking about how he felt, and just say it already. But the idea he had in mind wasn’t no dealing with the record player or making a cocktail with the bottles of liquor that he didn’t own. It was more...libidinous.
If it were another person, asking this would be easier. But when it came to Gordon, for some reason his nerves always went off. Like he felt ashamed inside; embarrassed for even considering the idea. It was easier in his head.
The smaller cat kicked his feet. If Gordon were able to notice, he’d quickly note that Blik was hesitant with something. He continued to fiddle with the cigarette, thinking on about how was he going to play this, until he looked back up at the Scot again.
“...Are you cold?”
Gordon blinked and quickly shook his head. Of course. The guy was literally layered up when they got here; and not to mention he was a larger cat. He probably had to stand out in the snow without anything on for a while to at least notice the low temperatures they were surrounded in.
“Are you?” The larger cat asked.
Blik wanted to laugh at how naive this guy can be. Sweet, sweet, little Gordo...Mr. Blik shifted his gaze for a second; visibly reconsidering his choice on subtly asking him for a bit of coition. His eyes snapped back like someone pulled out measuring tape and let it go.
“Yeah.”
“Aye’ll go turn up the heat, then,” The Scot declared, and he began to slide off from the bed. Blik jolted forward, grabbing the arm of his brother before his feet had touched the floor. The Scot snapped his head back, befuddled and blinking a couple times. Blik shook his head.
“N-Naw, leave it. I wanna be warmed up a..different way.”
“Different way?” Gordon squinted at the cat. He perked up once he had processed what he had meant. A smile grew on his face. “OH! Why―” He paused, and then his smile fell. “...Oh….Ohhh.”
Gordon’s face had changed all within just a few seconds. A smile on his face returned, but instead of sincere affection was now a lewd smirk.
“You, Mr. Blik, are one dirty, little cat.”
“WH― I-IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE’VE DONE IT!” Mr. Blik squawked, a pool of warmth growing against his cheeks. “NOW’S OUR ONLY CHANCE! We’re actin’so gay right now―Jus-Just think about it.”
“You like the idea of doin’ some hot hochmagandy someone else’s bed, don’t you Blik?”
“CAN IT, Kilt Boy.”
Gordon chuckled lightly as he pulled himself back onto the bed. He turned his body to face his older brother and grabbed his wrists, pulling him close. Large paws against small, thin, little wrists. Large paws that could wrap around them entirely without effort. And he was the middle child. His back leaned against the railing of the bed, gazing down softly at Blik as he was pulled onto his stomach. It was still difficult to see his eyes from that helmet of his, but it was fixed when Mr. Blik removed it himself.
The two stared into each others eyes for a moment. The cigarette sit sat between Blik’s fingers, now forgotten by its handler as he drew his face close to his younger brother’s. His lip quivered before threw his head back and let out a scoff.
“I can’t believe I’m doin’ this…” He groaned.
“...Isn’t this what you wanted, though?” Queried Gordon.
“Yeah, yeah, I know what I said,” Blik conceded, rubbing the bridge of his nose...or at least where it would’ve been. “It’s just―”
“Skittish?”
“Somethin’ like that.”
“Aye’m a bit sheepish myself...” Gordon admitted, adverting his gaze. Green eyes then shifted back to the cat on top of him. “But that shouldn’t get en the wey of our courage!”
“That thing with the porn circle was easier.”
“That’s because we had...visual aid t’ work with.”
“Yeah, that’s what you said when you got stiff in the ring,” Blik quiped. He reached behind the manx and put out the cigarette on the log railing. A dumb idea, but it was better than putting it out on the sheets. The cig was then flicked away, landing somewhere on the floor that’ll be found later.
“Didn’t wanna admit you were thinkin’ about me,” He continued. He said the last part in a low growl, but they both knew that Blik wasn’t actually upset. It was more so a tease that made Gordon blush in embarrassment.
As he began to unbutton his military coat, Gordon couldn’t help but watch as more of that buttery black chest was exposed. They’ve been wearing these coats for as long as they could remember; wearing constantly unless they needed to shower or patch a wound. They never had to wear clothes for this long. It slowly began to become the norm the more they kept them on. Now watching Blik undress was freaking erotic. That was the point.
The cat ripped open his coat once the last button was popped off. Gordon’s eyes glazed down at the dark body before him. His face became flushed with a red and it was impossible to hide his smile at the sight.
“Does this count as ‘visual aid’?” Blik purred, staring down at the manx who was clearly enjoying himself. “Or am I better than that filthy porn mag we porked over? Don’t be shy..”
“G...Gr-great Gopher…” Gordon stammered.
Mr. Blik smirked. “Aaaaah, you like, don’t cha? I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
Two white paws slithered up to caress the sides of the smaller cat. He allowed him to touch his body, examine it, explore it all while the coat acted as a titillating window that’ll never be removed. He purred at his touch; quietly restricting himself on going insane over delicacy of his fingers. It made Blik feel like a work of art, properly admired by those that adored him.
The paws moved upward, feeling his chest as black strands slipped between Gordon’s fingers. The Scot felt the bombay breathe through his paw. The idea was fixated into his mind, and it made him want to puke. He watched his brother soak in his touches, eyes closed as the larger cat’s grazes transformed into a light rub. Blik followed the rhythm as his body bobbed up and down with his paw, guiding him. The cat’s movements made Gordon’s face grow more hot when it looked like he were riding something.
The illusion was broken was Mr. Blik suddenly opened his eyes. A warm, wet feeling tickled from beneath his tail. Gordon kept on rubbing his chest, too bewitched to notice Blik or what was going on beneath them. Blik knew, and his eyes slowly dragged down to see if his speculations were correct. They snapped back up when he spotted a familiar something for only a split second. The warmth on Blik’s face grew as a result.
‘I’m really doin’ this.’
“Ohh...Gordon…”
Dull thuds filled the room as the bed shook. The helmet that Blik removed was now hanging off the bed frame, hitting against the wood with something that sounded to be hard plastic being hit against it.
“Ohhhhhh ffffffffuck, G-Gordon….”
The manx gripped the sheets as if he were holding on for dear life. The coat on him felt tight around his neck due to the little black paws of his lover gripping at the fabric harshly. Part of him was glad that Blik never unsheathed his claws. The man was too vain to let them get “ruined” for anything.
The manx topped the smaller cat, pinning him deep into the bed and using his body as some sort of weight to keep the cat at bay. Little legs were spread wide, barely wrapping around Gordon’s large frame as he slammed into him every second. If someone walked in, they’d assume that Blik was being squished. Gordon buried his head in Mr. Blik’s neck. It was front row access to hearing him moan and whine.
It tickled his stomach when he’d let out a low whimper; and made him blush when he said his name in a shaky moan. Gordon wanted to stop himself from smiling when he noticed that his brother was actually trying to repress making these delicious sounds. It was like he didn’t want anybody to hear him. Hear him being the one getting fucked and not the other way around.
“Fuck, fuck― Gord-on...G-Gordon...Aaah...”
For whatever noise Blik could repress was replaced with pants and hushed whines. For ones that he couldn’t, he’d try to make it as silent as possible. But the cat that topped him was the one to hear it all, and just the idea of someone ― anyone ― hearing him moan made him feel humiliated.
The urge to tell him that he can be a little loud got Gordon caught in a choke hold. But he refused. Those words lodged up in his throat, waiting to be released as he tried to transfer his focus back onto Blik instead of his horny thoughts.
Gordon transferred his arms to wrapping them around Blik.. It tightly locked the other down, now making it impossible for him to escape if he wanted to. The Scot cut the rhythm for a second, only to reposition himself and slam into his brother a bit harder than before. This caused the male right under him to let out a much louder moan than before. His little legs strained, stretching out into the sky as the quivering vocals were soaked up from the one above him.
“...That’s a good boy,”
Gordon wanted to beat his head in with a brick. His face flashed with type of hotness that made him want to hide behind his own paws. His quiet repression for engaging in dirty talk failed, but he couldn’t let that stop his performance. They both were embarrassed about this sort of thing.
“...Gordie…” The bombay below him whimpered.
God, he wanted him to say that one more time.
A spot around Gordon’s lower stomach felt wet and sticky. With each thrust rubbed Blik’s member. It awarded him with two different sensations that he wasn’t sure if he could handle. The girth of his brother’s cock stretched him nicely. His large thrusts hit a spot that made himself tighten around him. It was like he was made for him.
Blik could feel the manx’s breath against his neck as he began to pick up the pace. His paws gripped tighter, pulling back the coat collar into a bunch of fabric in his palms. It unintentionally made Gordon feel like he was being choked. Gordon shifted, pushing himself down, hips at an angle where he felt like he were laying flat against a wall. The cat began to thrust more roughly trying to get the rest of himself into Blik, and he meant all of it.
This made the cat below him winced. Feeling a row or two of barbs was tolerable, but feeling the rest was a nightmare. The Scot kept thrusting, each thrust gaining another inch of entry. The bombay groaned at this. Feeling Gordon fully was an award earned for taking all of him in; even if it made him burn down there. Tens of barbs scratching against his walls….His brain fixated on the new invasive feel.
It was annoying to Mr. Blik. He battled with his own mind to just grin and bare it; Ignore the new rows of spines and focus on how full he was.
It was a difficult task.
Gordon, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. The tightness obtained from successfully filling Blik felt like he was being given a tight hug. He never realized how warm a cat was on the inside. The tightness around his prick didn’t leave and the sensations were too pleasant to ignore. He focused on the feeling. The warmth. His brother’s voice. Gordon didn’t even notice that he were humping harder than intended.
“Y-Yeah...yeah, right th-there,” Blik breathed. “H-Haaah...Gordo...hah...hah…”
At least this hit against Blik’s little spot. The pleasures overrode the scratching pains of little spines scraping back and forth. It actually aided Gordon’s efforts.
Something started mixing inside the larger cat, and he picked up the pace.
“Gordiiieeeee,” the bombay moaned, legs straightening again. His tail flicked in pleasure, finding it electric as his back arched from the bed. His bare chest rubbed against Gordon’s coat. “MmmmMMHFFFFFffffuuuuuuck―”
“...M-Mr. Bl-Blik…”
The rhythm increased. The itch inside Gordon felt so close yet so far away. Everything he did was mechanic as he focused on that special feeling that drove him mad. His grasp around his brother tightened, causing him to let out a wheeze. The Scot’s breath quickened and his hips started to thrust more roughly and unfledgedly. This caused the two to slowly start scooting towards the bed frame. Part of him ironically felt like he were a dog in heat.
“Gordon. Gordon― GordonGordonGordon―Fffff...uck...fuck, Gordon. Fuck! FUCK! GORDON! R-IGHT TH-THERE―YES!”
Blik’s tail flicked wildly as the cat continued. He didn’t care if his head was now hitting against the wooden wall. He didn’t care about the barbs burned his hole. And he definitely did not care that he was being crushed by his brother’s own strength. Mr. Blik’s paws freed themselves from the coat they clung onto and instead found each other. He grasped at his own wrists, returning the crushing embrace Gordon had given him.
Nothing changed in their love making as they now found the perfect tune. The hard thumps of Blik’s head added onto the symphony that filled the room. The pleasures in both men rose to intoxicating levels as their minds were poisoned with that electric itch that grew within their parts.
“DON’T STOP―”
“A-Aye’m n-...not gonna st-stop…”
“YES! YES, GORDIE! YES! YES! YES!―”
“Blik, aye’m gonna―”
“THAT’S IT, GORDIE! G-GIVE IT TO ME! RRRIIIIGHT IN THEEERRREEE―R-R-RIIIIIIIGHT IIIIN MEEEEEE…!”
Blik’s legs strained again as he felt something. He felt it―coming up quick and hard like a rocket taking off. He gritted his teeth, beaming the largest smile he could muster as his lower body began to convulse. Gordon just gasped and held Blik so tightly that he could feel his rib cage through his skin.
“―MR.BLIK!”
“GOD YES GORDIE―”
Neither of them were able to notice each other. All they could feel is a shock whizz right through them.
“I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH, SOSO MUCH SO MUCH― FUCK, FUCK― M-MARRYME MARRY ME―!”
“AYE LOVE YOU TOO…!”
The world had tuned out for a few seconds. The two cats strangled one another until that shock had suddenly faded. away Their cries were quickly silenced, and the their grips on one another ceased. But they didn’t stop holding each other.
Gordon and Blik panted. Their minds were blank as they slowly came back to their senses; minds numbed with that tense wave of euphoria that they shared. It was so powerful that it made Blik tremble in Gordon’s arms. He could feel the Scot twitch from within him. The manx was too dazed to even consider pulling out.
Mr. Blik was the first to pull back from their embrace. His head rose up to see himself, a little pink thing poking out of the short, black fur and there were trails of white on his lower belly. He could spot that the mess stained Gordon’s coat. The semen was smeared like Gordon had scooped up a glob of lotion that fell on him.
There was a lot to think about. Blik’s brain wanted to retreat onto remarking back to when he screamed his name or had gotten loud near the end. Deep seated anxieties about a person hearing them from downstairs began to crawl up his belly as Gordon just sat there, still dazed and panting. Mr. Blik ignored the dull ache in his chest, and looked back up at the foggy manx.
“...Gotta clean your coat,” Blik muttered.
Gordon blinked a couple of times. Green eyes snapped at the bombay. “Eh?”
“Gotta...clean your coat,” Mr. Blik repeated between breaths. “I got some on you.”
Gordon stared at him for a minute before letting out a soft chuckle. He didn’t even look down.
“That’s what layerin’ is for,” He said, half-jokingly. “Nobody will know when we go t’ see the Elder.”
“...No wonder you stink.”
“What’s that supposed t’ mean?”
“Nothin’,” Blik snapped, though his voice as husky and quivered only slightly.
“Did you say that you wanted t’ marry me?” Gordon questioned suddenly, and the black cat laid silent. If he could blush anymore, that would’ve add onto it.
“That―I―YOU FUCKED IT RIGHT OUTTA ME!”
“Sure, Blik. Sure.”
The bombay shouted in denial, and the manx just quipped back with a smile. Verbal teases made Blik hot in the face. Whatever he was worried about eroded away as his temper thinned, denying everything the cat had thrown at him during his orgasm.
The mood soon died down, both of them mellowing from everything as they cleaned each other up, undressed, and laid on the bed once more to talk a little about whatever was on their mind. The conversation was then sealed with a kiss, and the two slid under the covers, and snuggled.
The morning sun came as soon as they shut their eyes.