The Cadet and The General (Final Space)

Chapter Twenty-One: A Visitor

The sun shined through the hotel window curtains. A few birds could be heard chirping outside. Pawblo woke up, feeling a little dizzy from the night before. He tried sitting up from bed, but noticed that Cataloupe's big arms were embracing him. He was still snoring, and looked exhausted.

"Babe, come on. Get up." Pawblo chuckled, getting nothing but snoring for a response. "Let's go get some breakfast." Cataloupe woke up, and saw that his boyfriend was looking at him. "Well hello there, Mr. Naughty." He chuckled as he said that. The cornflower blue ventrexian's blush was a bright red. "Did you enjoy last night? I...I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Pawblo shook his head. "No, you didn't. It was great. You were great. I won't forget that, heh." Cataloupe let go of his lover so that the two of them could sit up on the bed. The two of them soon felt a little off, and they looked down at their own chests. Their fur was stiff due to Pawblo's "mess".

"We should, uh, probably shower." He blushed, knowing that he was the cause of this. But it seemed as if Cataloupe didn't mind that. "How about we shower together?" He smirked, causing Pawblo to be even more flustered than he was before. "I would not mind that at all, Big Guy."

The two of them got up and stretched, still feeling a little groggy. They admired each other's physique with their looks and grins. "You look amazing." Cataloupe blushed, appreciating Pawblo's compliment. "Thank you, but you're the real beauty here." He winked as he curled his mustache. The two of them laughed and went into the bathroom together.

When they got out of the shower, they wrapped their own towels around their waists and proceeded to look through their luggage to obtain fresh clothes. As they dug through their bags, there was a knock at the door.

"You look for our clothes, my sweet Blueberry. I'll answer the door." He nodded and soon walked over to the door and opened it. There stood Butch O'Connor, waiting. He was surprised that Cataloupe answered the door, and that he wasn't wearing anything but a towel. "Oh, it's you. Is Pawblo here?"

Cataloupe was embarrased to be seen like this by Pawblo's own father. He blushed and called out for him. "Uh...babe? Your dad is here." A thud could be heard from the bedroom, and the big ventrexian lightly chuckled.

"So uh...how have you been lately?" Cataloupe tried to make small talk with his lover's parent. Butch shrugged. "Aside from the fact that I have a son now, it's been better." He was still looking at him directly in the eye. Butch sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Look, uh...Cantaloupe, was it? I don't care who my son dates or...fucks around with, but...as long as he's happy, I'm alright with it. Take care of him, will ya?"

The big ventrexian nodded. "It's, uh, Cataloupe, sir. But thank you for your trust. Your son is safe with me. I love him very much." He lightly smiled. Soon, Pawblo walked up to the two of them, all dressed. This time he was now wearing his coat.

"Is that my coat?"

"W-what? I've always had this coat, ever since I was a kid." Pawblo eyed his father as he adjusted his coat.

"It belonged to me before you, heh. Guess you held onto it after all these years." Butch smiled. "You look good in it. Better than I did." Pawblo smiled. "Thanks...Dad. What's up?"

"I just wanted to see if you were up for some breakfast. On me. We could talk, and you can ask me anything." Butch shrugged. "I, uh, want to get to know you more." Pawblo nodded. "That sounds good! Uh, Cataloupe? Will you be okay if I go with my Dad?"

Cataloupe caressed his hand on Pawblo's cheek. "Hey, you know I'm okay with it. I'll be fine. Maybe I'll get dressed and go handle some military matters." Pawblo smirked a little. "You look good like this, though." The big ventrexian blushed and chuckled. "Between us, yes I do. But nah. Go. Have fun." He planted a kiss on Pawblo's head and soon went back into the hotel room.

This now left Butch and Pawblo alone. They stood there awkwardly until one or the other could respond.

"So! Should we...go grab breakfast?"

"Yeah."

"Alright."