Fetch, Felix!

Chapter Twelve

"Only female dogs go into heat, idiot," were the kind words I was greeted with on Tuesday. I hate Tuesdays.

"What'd you say, mongrel? Do you need to go to your kennel?"

I was reading in the library peacefully in the last few minutes before class started, and this mutt has the audacity to ruin another bad Tuesday with his science or whatever.

"Ha. Ha." he said sarcastically. "Male dogs don't have heats."

"Then why'd you go batshit crazy last night, hm?"

A pause. "I think male dogs are capable of mating year round, and females in heat make them go wild." He flopped down in a chair next to me. "That's what Google says, anyway. So you're the one to blame at the moment."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered, sitting up straight and staring at him. "I'm not a female or a dog hybrid thing."

He tossed me a careless glance, scanning me up and down. "Don't have to be, as far as I'm concerned. Am I normal? Is this weird dog thing normal? No, so why would a 'heat' or whatever be normal? Why would whatever that sent me into this craze have to be a female if the rest of this whole thing is bonkers?" He threw his hands up in defeat and sighed. "Sam, I'm convinced none of my life is normal."

"At least you don't go to school at Hogwarts or something." I provided helpfully.

He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Let's just go to class."

Class was boring. I could barely sit still during English and had to ask to be excused so I could stretch my legs and escape the boredom. Tuesdays, man, I'm telling you.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and went by annoyingly slow.

"Can I come over?" Felix asked as we were already halfway to my house after school.

"No, never Felix, turn around and don't come back."

He lightly shoved me in response.

I turned around to whack him with my backpack but the little bastard had turned into a dog and knew I wouldn't hit a dog.

"Scoundrel." I muttered, throwing his bookbag on my other shoulder and making sure he secured his clothes in his mouth.

We made it home in record time after he tried to trip me and I raced after him to murder his sorry little doggy butt.

He seemed to forget dogs can't use keys.

"Ouch!" I yelped, flinching back from Felix's outstretched hand.

I was the one who forgot that humans trip on things if they don't watch where they're running.

"Sam, hold still!" He ordered. "If you hadn't planted your face into the door, this wouldn't be happening right now."

I grumbled incoherently and shot him a glare.

He grinned back.

"Get out."

"What?" he whined.

"I am so mad at you right now I will start throwing things or say something I'll regret. So get. Out. My competitive side that lost cannot handle the anger I feel at the moment. Felix, get out."

Pathetically and pitifully he laid down the alcohol soaked cotton ball and healing ointment and made his way out.

I slammed the door behind him and leaned against it. I took deep breaths.

What happened was that I was only focused on catching Felix when I was running after him and tripped on the stairs leading up to the front door, resulting in my face smacking full force into the door. I'm still so mad and in pain I can't exactly sort out my feelings, leaving me mad and annoyed at the world, including Felix. Another combatting factor is that I never punished Felix for tripping me. So I'm still mad at that.

A calming bath could help.

Damn my face hurts.

I sighed and slipped lower into the water, letting the hot water wash away my feelings.

The water swirled peacefully around me, a lavender haze from the bath bomb I dropped in.

Despite my calm atmosphere, I couldn't stop the heavy flow of thoughts.

I let out a breath in annoyance, carding a hand through my damp hair and closing my eyes.

Wish I could just...stop thinking.

A scratch at the door distracted me from my thoughts.

"I swear-Felix, if you come in I will drown you and laugh about it."

Silence.

I hummed in satisfaction. "Hah, yeah, that's what I thou-"

The door flew open and a black and brown blur leapt into the bathtub, resulting in water spraying everywhere and soaking the floor.

"FELIX!" I shrieked, covering my face with my hands to deflect the water and his crazed licking. "You-mph-you're too big for this, doofus," I grunted, attempting to push the oversized furball off me.

He didn't budge. In fact, he completely ignored me, and kept licking my face.

"Fel-" I moaned when he started licking further down, eliciting responses from me as he licked my neck and collarbone. This only made him more excited, and soon enough, there was no longer a dog but a full sized teenage boy hovering over my very naked body.

Well, we were both naked.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, searching for an answer in my eyes.

"Most definitely," I breathed.

And with that, he lowered his body onto mine and smashed our lips together.

I ran my fingers through his dark and unruly hair and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself into him. I needed more of him.

Breathing heavily, our mouths separated, only for his to begin trailing down my neck again. He left marks while I let out moans, working in a rhythm.

"Fuck, Felix-"

He was working his way across and farther down my body, finally stopping at my stomach, where he tantalizingly left soft kisses closer and closer to my erection, yet never touching it.

His eyes darted up to meet mine, and he gave me a devilish grin after seeing my flustered and slightly annoyed face.

So I curled my fingers into his damp hair and made him touch it. As soon as he took me in his mouth, I gasped, letting go of him. I felt his wide hands envelop my waist as his head bobbed up and down, making my hips follow his mouth. His warm mouth on such sensitive parts felt amazing, and him sucking me off soon resulted in a reaction my body couldn't help but make.

"Felix, I'm-"

He pulled away in time, leaving me dirty again.

"Get out for real this time, Felix, you'll distract me again." He looked at me with pleading eyes, his face contorted with distraught. "I'll deal with you later, just get out."

He complied.