RP: Unexpected Uprisings
Date: September 21, 2011
Characters: Alex Jameson
Location: Home
Status: Private
Summary: Alex has a very special sort of shower.
Completion: Complete
Alex was up early, feeling the urge to go for a run before the day started. He had a nice meandering route that gave him a few miles to sweat as the sun cleared the horizon. It felt good to be able to get out, enjoy the day without wilting in the heat, though that would likely come later. He wondered if either Rosie or Orly would grow big enough to take running - he rarely saw dogs that small able to pace their owners. If not, he'd have to develop a fetch routine at a park, so he could still get some exercise in. He'd been letting the warmth of Ty keep him in bed later, even if it was just to cuddle.
Which wasn't a bad thing, since Ty was still stuck putting up with his issues, even in the midst of his own. His brother was working out as an employee, and hopefully getting some help from Dr. Whitehall. His mother was harder to figure. She had a lt to deal with, true, but her desire to blame everything around her wasn't meshing with Ty's blaming her. It would be a while, if ever, before they got comfortable around each other.
With the new puppies, it was just easier to linger in bed and avoid stepping on them, or getting toes nipped by tiny canine teeth. They were a wriggling pair who would climb into his lap and lick his face off it he let them. Which he did, more often than not. It wasn't always comfortable, but he was getting better. Like he had with Tigger.
Arriving back at the house, he let Tigger, Rosie and Orly out back while he went to shower, figuring if they runa a bit of energy out before he left, they'd be easier to leave at home - there was something to the sound of a puppy whine that managed to get to him, even through the front door.
Stripping, he mentally began going through his day ahead, thinking about the ordering they needed to do, and getting the next month's wine and dine menu's from Chris, when he looked down.
Oh.
OH.
Without him intending to, he'd somehow jump-started his dick. Staring, he gave it a tentative rub, and man, did that feel good. Tucking his head into the spray, he started working himself over, feeling the heat and the friction tighten his belly and shorten his breath like the run hadn't. He closed his eyes, and saw Ty, smiling up at him. Ty's face slack with pleasure. The cords of his neck bulging as he cried out. Heard the sound of his moaning. His own voice telling Ty all sorts of wonderful filthy things, how much he'd missed this.
Abruptly he let go and tilted his head back, gasping as his body mourned the loss of gratification. No. He wasn't doing this. His first time with his dick working wasn't going to be solo. He wanted Ty. Needed him.
That thought in mind, he turned the shower off, toweling himself dry haphazardly, and made his way, naked to the bedroom. He looked at Ty, still sound asleep from the late night he'd spent working on his photography on the computer. Alex stared, feeling both the intense satisfaction he always felt knowing that this man was HIS, and the blood rushing to his head.
He loved him.
'I love you." He whispered, his voice frozen by the realization and by the dizzying rush of blood to his head that made him sway.
His dick was like it had ever been. He wondered vaguely if his masturbating in the shower was just a daydream, but he didn't think so. It was just the first step. Soon, it wouldn't go soft at the idea, no, the reality, of how much he loved Ty. Love which wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't leave him. Would only humble him every time he thought about it.
He moved to his side of the bed, smiling faintly as Ty rolled towards him, muttering something under his breath in sleep. Climbing back in, Alex looked at him for a moment, then a wicked grin filled his face. He went under the covers, determined to give Ty the best kind of wakeup call.
Characters: Alex Jameson
Location: Home
Status: Private
Summary: Alex has a very special sort of shower.
Completion: Complete
Alex was up early, feeling the urge to go for a run before the day started. He had a nice meandering route that gave him a few miles to sweat as the sun cleared the horizon. It felt good to be able to get out, enjoy the day without wilting in the heat, though that would likely come later. He wondered if either Rosie or Orly would grow big enough to take running - he rarely saw dogs that small able to pace their owners. If not, he'd have to develop a fetch routine at a park, so he could still get some exercise in. He'd been letting the warmth of Ty keep him in bed later, even if it was just to cuddle.
Which wasn't a bad thing, since Ty was still stuck putting up with his issues, even in the midst of his own. His brother was working out as an employee, and hopefully getting some help from Dr. Whitehall. His mother was harder to figure. She had a lt to deal with, true, but her desire to blame everything around her wasn't meshing with Ty's blaming her. It would be a while, if ever, before they got comfortable around each other.
With the new puppies, it was just easier to linger in bed and avoid stepping on them, or getting toes nipped by tiny canine teeth. They were a wriggling pair who would climb into his lap and lick his face off it he let them. Which he did, more often than not. It wasn't always comfortable, but he was getting better. Like he had with Tigger.
Arriving back at the house, he let Tigger, Rosie and Orly out back while he went to shower, figuring if they runa a bit of energy out before he left, they'd be easier to leave at home - there was something to the sound of a puppy whine that managed to get to him, even through the front door.
Stripping, he mentally began going through his day ahead, thinking about the ordering they needed to do, and getting the next month's wine and dine menu's from Chris, when he looked down.
Oh.
OH.
Without him intending to, he'd somehow jump-started his dick. Staring, he gave it a tentative rub, and man, did that feel good. Tucking his head into the spray, he started working himself over, feeling the heat and the friction tighten his belly and shorten his breath like the run hadn't. He closed his eyes, and saw Ty, smiling up at him. Ty's face slack with pleasure. The cords of his neck bulging as he cried out. Heard the sound of his moaning. His own voice telling Ty all sorts of wonderful filthy things, how much he'd missed this.
Abruptly he let go and tilted his head back, gasping as his body mourned the loss of gratification. No. He wasn't doing this. His first time with his dick working wasn't going to be solo. He wanted Ty. Needed him.
That thought in mind, he turned the shower off, toweling himself dry haphazardly, and made his way, naked to the bedroom. He looked at Ty, still sound asleep from the late night he'd spent working on his photography on the computer. Alex stared, feeling both the intense satisfaction he always felt knowing that this man was HIS, and the blood rushing to his head.
He loved him.
'I love you." He whispered, his voice frozen by the realization and by the dizzying rush of blood to his head that made him sway.
His dick was like it had ever been. He wondered vaguely if his masturbating in the shower was just a daydream, but he didn't think so. It was just the first step. Soon, it wouldn't go soft at the idea, no, the reality, of how much he loved Ty. Love which wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't leave him. Would only humble him every time he thought about it.
He moved to his side of the bed, smiling faintly as Ty rolled towards him, muttering something under his breath in sleep. Climbing back in, Alex looked at him for a moment, then a wicked grin filled his face. He went under the covers, determined to give Ty the best kind of wakeup call.