Post by Harley on Dec 10, 2009 23:15:55 GMT -5
you've been warned. but, i know of a few of you that would like to read this, sooo...
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"Thank god those guys is gone." Wheezy said, lighting up three more cigarettes and stuffing them in his maw, dragging off all at once. Greasy strutted over to the sofa where Wheezy was seated, and sat opposite him. Greasy threw his hat to his bed, and propped his feet up on the table they had set in front of the sofa, and leaned back, paws behind his head.
"yea, i needed a break." Greasy said, in his heavy spanish accent. Wheezy toon another long drag off his cigarettes, and put his feet up on the table as well. it was late in the afternoon, the sun having just set, and the sky was a dim shade of red, as if on fire, though none could be seen in their windowless shack, lit only by one overhead light.
the two relaxed, one smoking and one napping, the only other sound audible being the radio, playing mostly static. Time passed, and the static of the radio had lulled Wheezy to sleep, cigarettes now snuffed out on the floor. Greasy sat up slowly, looking around the room. How long since they had been alone? It's rare that all five of them did not leave at the same time. He looked to Wheezy, hat down over his eyes and his paw clenching a lighter. A picture of distaste, to most. But there was something different.
"No! not at all!" Greasy forced the thought out of his mind. He gritted his teeth at himself. he was NOT thinking of Wheezy. And yet, there was something about him. Perhaps the lack of women Greasy had flirted with lately had left him questioning his tastes, but there was no denying what he saw in Wheezy.
Greasy leaned in, towards the blue weasel. he had no idea what he planned once he got close, but he just felt it necessary. Closer, closer still he got, so close he could lay on Wheezy. He knew it would be in his best interest to refrain, but desire took over, and he did just that. He scooted in, slowly, easily lowering himself to rest on the blue weasels chest, and he closed his eyes softly, taking in a soft sniff. it was strong, a mixture of smoke, nicotine, and a masculine scent.
Greasy could let go of his woman-chasing mind, just for the night. That smell, that strange smell, was too much to resist. it was so wrong to him, but it felt so right. He relaxed, his breathing slowing to match Wheezys. he could hear the other weasels breathing, hoarse and wheezing, and yet that only added to the infatuation he had suddenly acquired for him.
It was in his half-asleep state of mind that Greasys thoughts were eager to be spoken, and he slipped out "so warm...", to which Wheezy stirred. Seeing the other weasel on him, he shoved him off quickly, barking with anger.
"Whaddya think yer doin!? Layin' on me like that, what's wrong with you!? you got a thing for me or somethin'?" he snapped, snatching a cigarette from his hat and lighting it, eyes narrowed at Greasy. he was at a loss for words, and choked as he tried to speak.
"i-i...i fell asleep. i musta fallen over on you. my bad." he said, looking down. his face was a bright red, and he put his paws up to cover this obvious blush. Wheezy leaned in, and tugged at Greasys paw to move it, but with no luck. With that, he moved his cigarette towards the weasels leg. Greasy jerked, batting it away with his paw. Wheezy then saw the bright red on his face, and yelled.
"Yer blushin'! You like me or somethin'?" Wheezy asked, snuffing out his cigarette on the table. Greasy looked down, then got a grit in his teeth.
"What if i did? it's not like we got any ladies." he said, and looked up with narrowed eyes. Wheezy was quiet, but then slowly grumbled.
"I guess ya could lay on me. just no tryin' any crap like kissin' or anything. i don' play that." he said, and he reclined back again. Greasy was slow, but eased his way into laying on the other weasels chest again. Wheezy sighed, and then coughed,
"I guess this ain't so bad..." he said quietly. He then adjusted his hat, and closed his eyes again. Within minutes, his breathing had slowed, indicating he was asleep. Greasy looked up, nervous and shaking slightly. He knew what he wanted to try, but was terrified of the results. What was the worst that could happen? Wheezy would get mad, but time would pass.
Greasy inched closer, slowly. He got so that his nose was a hairwidth from touching Wheezys, and he closed his eyes. Here goes nothing, he thought. With a slight turn of the head, he planted a gentle kiss on the mouth of the other weasel. He could taste the menthol, the nicotine and tobacco, that intoxicating mixture. Wheezy did not wake up, but rather took this as part of a dream, for a moment at least. Greasy continued with the kiss, breathing softly on the blue weasels face. It was so perfect, so wonderful.
Wheezys eyelids then fluttered, and he saw what was happening. He yelled and pushed off Greasy, wiping his lips. Greasy sat back, looking down. Wheezy was about to hit the other weasel, when he saw that Greasy looked sincerely upset, as if he really did have feelings for the blue weasel. Wheezy sighed. it was just one night, and no one else would know.
"C'mere you, just for tonight. this is our secret." he said quietly. Greasy moved forward, back to Wheezy. resting on the weasel, he planted several kisses down Wheezys neck, sighing and embracing him tight. Wheezy smiled a little, returning the embrace. the two held eachother close, a mixture of the smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes. it was love.
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"Thank god those guys is gone." Wheezy said, lighting up three more cigarettes and stuffing them in his maw, dragging off all at once. Greasy strutted over to the sofa where Wheezy was seated, and sat opposite him. Greasy threw his hat to his bed, and propped his feet up on the table they had set in front of the sofa, and leaned back, paws behind his head.
"yea, i needed a break." Greasy said, in his heavy spanish accent. Wheezy toon another long drag off his cigarettes, and put his feet up on the table as well. it was late in the afternoon, the sun having just set, and the sky was a dim shade of red, as if on fire, though none could be seen in their windowless shack, lit only by one overhead light.
the two relaxed, one smoking and one napping, the only other sound audible being the radio, playing mostly static. Time passed, and the static of the radio had lulled Wheezy to sleep, cigarettes now snuffed out on the floor. Greasy sat up slowly, looking around the room. How long since they had been alone? It's rare that all five of them did not leave at the same time. He looked to Wheezy, hat down over his eyes and his paw clenching a lighter. A picture of distaste, to most. But there was something different.
"No! not at all!" Greasy forced the thought out of his mind. He gritted his teeth at himself. he was NOT thinking of Wheezy. And yet, there was something about him. Perhaps the lack of women Greasy had flirted with lately had left him questioning his tastes, but there was no denying what he saw in Wheezy.
Greasy leaned in, towards the blue weasel. he had no idea what he planned once he got close, but he just felt it necessary. Closer, closer still he got, so close he could lay on Wheezy. He knew it would be in his best interest to refrain, but desire took over, and he did just that. He scooted in, slowly, easily lowering himself to rest on the blue weasels chest, and he closed his eyes softly, taking in a soft sniff. it was strong, a mixture of smoke, nicotine, and a masculine scent.
Greasy could let go of his woman-chasing mind, just for the night. That smell, that strange smell, was too much to resist. it was so wrong to him, but it felt so right. He relaxed, his breathing slowing to match Wheezys. he could hear the other weasels breathing, hoarse and wheezing, and yet that only added to the infatuation he had suddenly acquired for him.
It was in his half-asleep state of mind that Greasys thoughts were eager to be spoken, and he slipped out "so warm...", to which Wheezy stirred. Seeing the other weasel on him, he shoved him off quickly, barking with anger.
"Whaddya think yer doin!? Layin' on me like that, what's wrong with you!? you got a thing for me or somethin'?" he snapped, snatching a cigarette from his hat and lighting it, eyes narrowed at Greasy. he was at a loss for words, and choked as he tried to speak.
"i-i...i fell asleep. i musta fallen over on you. my bad." he said, looking down. his face was a bright red, and he put his paws up to cover this obvious blush. Wheezy leaned in, and tugged at Greasys paw to move it, but with no luck. With that, he moved his cigarette towards the weasels leg. Greasy jerked, batting it away with his paw. Wheezy then saw the bright red on his face, and yelled.
"Yer blushin'! You like me or somethin'?" Wheezy asked, snuffing out his cigarette on the table. Greasy looked down, then got a grit in his teeth.
"What if i did? it's not like we got any ladies." he said, and looked up with narrowed eyes. Wheezy was quiet, but then slowly grumbled.
"I guess ya could lay on me. just no tryin' any crap like kissin' or anything. i don' play that." he said, and he reclined back again. Greasy was slow, but eased his way into laying on the other weasels chest again. Wheezy sighed, and then coughed,
"I guess this ain't so bad..." he said quietly. He then adjusted his hat, and closed his eyes again. Within minutes, his breathing had slowed, indicating he was asleep. Greasy looked up, nervous and shaking slightly. He knew what he wanted to try, but was terrified of the results. What was the worst that could happen? Wheezy would get mad, but time would pass.
Greasy inched closer, slowly. He got so that his nose was a hairwidth from touching Wheezys, and he closed his eyes. Here goes nothing, he thought. With a slight turn of the head, he planted a gentle kiss on the mouth of the other weasel. He could taste the menthol, the nicotine and tobacco, that intoxicating mixture. Wheezy did not wake up, but rather took this as part of a dream, for a moment at least. Greasy continued with the kiss, breathing softly on the blue weasels face. It was so perfect, so wonderful.
Wheezys eyelids then fluttered, and he saw what was happening. He yelled and pushed off Greasy, wiping his lips. Greasy sat back, looking down. Wheezy was about to hit the other weasel, when he saw that Greasy looked sincerely upset, as if he really did have feelings for the blue weasel. Wheezy sighed. it was just one night, and no one else would know.
"C'mere you, just for tonight. this is our secret." he said quietly. Greasy moved forward, back to Wheezy. resting on the weasel, he planted several kisses down Wheezys neck, sighing and embracing him tight. Wheezy smiled a little, returning the embrace. the two held eachother close, a mixture of the smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes. it was love.
heh heh kinda funny? I just did it for the heck of it....