A Night with my Friend [Furry | M/M]

The alarm-melody rang and woke me up. I simply swiped my phone like every morning, stretched and yawned. Saturday, 8:55am – perfect. “But not so Furfect.” I note to myself as I pushed the sheets off, seeing again a white stain on them. I rolled my eyes at myself, took one of the tissues from my nightstand and wiped myself clean. The recent increase of wet dreams really did not help the fact that I am single for over 2 years now.

Finally I got up, with the clump of tissues with my own semen in my paw and walked over to the bedroom, throwing it in the toilet before sitting down to go on with my business. I took my phone along and checked what was on the agenda. “Oh yeah, Luke wants to come by later. So what’s going on in the world?” I browsed through my news-feed with nothing too interesting going on except the usual political feuds, rising and falling trends in various stocks – only reading for curiosity and being on top of things for small talk at work, without any greater purpose.

I flushed the toilet, grabbed my brush, got my fur straight, put on some clothes and got to my usual Saturday. Checking the hamper I noticed that Laundry day was next week, yes! I get to relax some more. My routine as freelance Web Designer included to make sure every morning that my clients’ stuff still worked. Armed with a bottle of lemon-lime soda and laptop on my lap-desk I went on with my work.

As always I got totally lost in my work and did more as I had to, luckily that is why I have my phone programmed with all sort of alarms and when it went off I glanced at it. “Ah yes! Luke is coming by soon, better clean up a bit.” Again, I was talking to myself. I really need a roommate. I put everything aside and jumped out of my chair.

The ‘Luke Preparation Protocol’, as I nicknamed it in my head, included quite a bit, because he was a good kid, kid… Three years younger than me. Quick swipes with towel paper across the table and some room fragrance – ocean breeze – to cover various scents, which may or may not come from myself or external sources such as food. Now that I think about it… I don’t really do that for anyone else. Perhaps it was just because of how nice he was, always going with a smile through his life and reminding me what it means to be young, with less responsibilities and go with life instead of grabbing it by the neck. And I would find myself smile whenever I saw a text of his.

It is very rewarding to help someone else, I think he moved here like a few months ago, we met at midnight release of one of our favorite games. The newest and most exciting tactical shooter came out and we ended up right next to each other in the line. We chit-chatted about it, and eventually it went from just the game to general life situations. We spent the entire weekend over at his place, playing the entire co-op story from start to finish. I had not felt as happy as that weekend in a looong time. So in return I gave him the ins and outs of the city, helped him get a job and overall we became best friends.

I was just putting the dishes away when a knock at the door sent my mind back into reality.