Damaged (Gay Furry Story)

Untitled Part 6

(Sean's POV)

"I don't know what happened back there - you surprised me and my body just reacted," he said after he caught his breath. "I've been hurt before, by a someone I thought I could trust, and it really fucked me up," he confessed. "I told you, you don't want me."

"Lion Christ, would you stop saying that!" I shouted, causing a flash of fear to show on his face. "I want you, fucked up or not, so can you just accept it already? And I'm not that person; I won't hurt you like they did."

"I want to accept it and I want to believe that you won't hurt me," he said, his voice wavering as tears fell down his cheeks.

"Then ask me," I told him. "Ask me to kiss you."

He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and straightened himself. "Sean, will you... k-kiss me, please?" he asked, his voice trembling.

I was right in front of him in an instant, crossing the space between us in four long strides. He watched nervously as I raised my hand and ghosted my fingers over his cheek, caressing his face as I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

At first, he was stiff and rigid, but soon enough, he warmed up to my lips. Lightly, I licked the tip of my tongue over the crease of his lips, waiting for him to open up - if he would open up. He did open up for me. His lips parted, ever so slightly, allowing the tip of my tongue to slither in and tease the tip of his.

As our kiss deepened, he relaxed more and more, allowing his hands to roam up over my biceps and shoulders, down over my pecs, and back up again. He pushed little whimpering moans out into my mouth, with every peak and valley of a new muscle group on my body. It must have been a while since he last did something like this, with anyone. I just held him close, letting his hands wander over me as I explored his maw with my tongue.

He groaned quietly as I pulled my lips away from his and stared into his eyes. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, rubbing my hands up his sides.

"No," he answered, his voice so quiet it was almost lost to the breeze. "Then why'd you stop?" he asked, picking at a small wrinkle on my shirt.

"It's late and we both have to work tomorrow," I told him. "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for us to make out," I assured him with a wink.

"Okay," he said, reluctantly.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked as I slowly leaned down and pecked him on the lips one last time.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled against my lips.

I forced myself to peel away from him, dragging my hand down his arm and catching his fingers for a second before letting go. We shared one last, long look at one another, smiling contently before we turned and walked in the opposite directions of one another.

"I've got a boyfriend," I said to myself as I got in my car and drove away.

Boyfriend, the word set off another whirlwind of fluttering butterflies in my belly. I loved it; the feeling was amazing. I wonder if he had the same feeling when he thought of having me as a boyfriend? I hope he did because it was the best feeling I'd ever felt.

That night I didn't think I'd ever get to sleep, my heart pounded in my chest and ears every time I thought of him, but I did and I slept better than I have in months, even though I only slept a couple of hours.

I dressed the next morning in my best suit, paired with a silk, silver tie he had once complimented me on, saying that it went well with the color of my eyes. I drove to the office in record time - never in my life would I have thought that going to work would be something I'd look forward to, but now that I know he'll be there and waiting to see me as well, I'd show up even earlier, if it'd give me the chance to spend more time with him.

I rushed to do my morning rounds, delivering everyone's mail, just so that I'd have a few extra minutes to chat with him.

"Hey, boyfriend," I whispered gruffly. My lips tugged into a grin as he jumped and spun around in his chair.

"Shhh! You can't say that here," he growled lightly. "No dating coworkers, remember?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," I apologized, trying to look as innocent as I could. "How was your night?"

"Miserable," he answered with a sigh. "I couldn't fall asleep." His voice was a fleeting whisper as he spoke. "Because I couldn't stop thinking about you and the kiss we shared."

"Ugh," I sighed. "I know what you mean. Every time I thought about you, which was like every second, my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest."

A shy smile pulled at his lips as he turned away, trying to hide it from me. Too late, I'd seen it and taken a mental snapshot of it to pull out at a later time. It was a good sign that he was just as excited and nervous as I was, right? I prayed to any God out there that would listen for it to be so.