Week 2, letter 2, story 2.


Let's do this.


B is for Bareback. The act of forgoing a condom during preventative sex, typically in the context of between two males. I had a conversation with a viewer of mine on a story recently about condoms. Brought up some thoughts of mine on the subject. In the nitty gritty real world, condoms serve tons of purposes and I fully endorse their use. But I'm not going to get into it here, this isn't a sex ed class, this is furry porn.


And since furry porn isn't the real world, it doesn't have the same risks, same dangers, or same stakes beyond what I want them to be. What I write them to be. But that's part of the fun of being a writer, I control the how, when, where, and why.


As for the who and what, I'll start there. Gile the Iguana and Brody the Bearded dragon.


Gile is in town for a conference. Brody lives alone in a two bedroom condo alone. The two only know each other from spending time online. Chatting, gaming, roleplaying… erotically. But they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, so Brody thought it wouldn’t be too much of a problem to offer Gile his spare room for the week. Finally meet in person, hang out as friends, maybe something more.


Only, it didn’t end up like that. Brody is a clean freak, can’t tolerate dirt, dust, or debris. Gile is disorganized, dirty, and doesn’t clean up after himself.


Four nights of microaggressions and crossed boundaries and the two were unfortunately at each other’s throats. Words were said, accusations were made, and tempers flared. Gile heads home in the morning. This is Brody’s last chance to make it work, work it out, and get his expected outcome. Or at least keep his friend.


……


“Hey, can I come in..?” Brody said contritely. Gile was at the guest bed, headphones on packing his suitcase. Copper green scales looked dull in the light from the ceiling fan. He was tall, taller than Brody. Twice as wide too. And unmistakably handsome. It was a different experience this week to both see and hear him in person. His form and voice not filtered through a computer. It still had the same warmth though, a jolly lilt. His eyes though. Those were beyond intense, a radiant amber that would put thousands of sunsets to shame. Brody loved those eyes, but they had turned away down the hall a quarter of an hour ago angry.


And that hurt him.


The bearded dragon blamed himself. His own hiccups and peculiarities. His own standards and rules. His own way of living. All of which he hadn’t at all explained to Gile before he showed up a week ago. Brody hoped he had been able to handle the burned on food that sat in his pans for a full day, or let it slide when Gile didn’t wipe his shoes on the mat outside his front door, or deal with the numerous wrappers and convenient store soda cups that Gile never failed to bring home with him each day that all ended up near the trash, but not in it.


But he couldn’t, he tried and he couldn’t. And the result wasn’t pretty. He called the iguana a slob, a pig, and a trash spawning vagrant among other things.


Gile called him a freak, a nutcase, and a stuck up douchebag. It got loud. Gile walked away. Brody didn’t follow. And proceeded to regret it. He blamed his brain, not Gile. So he came to apologize. Maybe at least they could part amicably.


Brody wasn’t sure if he had even heard the request to enter. The dragon knocked a bit harder and this time the bigger reptile turned and saw him. Brody noticed the glimmer of grimace that flashed across his face, but was glad when he pulled the headphones down.


“What?”


“Can I come in?” Brody asked again, softly. He was leaning on the door frame, doing his best not to take affront to the mess strewn about the place. Gile just blinked incredulously before saying.


“It’s your place, do what you like.” Brody stuffed down another wave of anger. He came to apologize, not antagonize. Gile continued to throw clothes unfolded into his bag.


“Look, I’m sorry for insulting you. That was out of line. I shouldn’t have said what I did.” Gile didn’t stop moving for a couple seconds. He took a breath in and looked like he was going to go off on Brody a couple of different times. The dragon expected it but Gile never did. He always stopped himself. His friend let out the biggest sigh, shoulders slumping down and everything.


He sat on the edge of the bed, right on his bag.


“Don’t know what you’re apologizing for. I’m clearly the a-hole here.” He said as he fiddled with a shirt.


“You’re not an a-hole.” Brody assured him.


“Well, I’m definitely in the wrong. You put me up for a week, kept me fed…. Did my laundry, which I never thanked you for. Man, I just kinda funked up your mojo the whole week. I just, didn’t get that until you blew up at me. So, my bad, man. For this whole week.” Gile wasn't meeting Bordy's eyes. The dragon carefully made his way over to bed. He didn't like it but he sat on the clothes there anyway. He wanted to be next to his friend.


"And it's on me for not communicating that at, like, any other point than tonight. So we're both in the wrong."


Brody quietly meditated. The week just did not work out how he wanted, he thought about his plans, his ideas, his one goal. And all of that seemed so foolish to think about now. He wasn't even sure Gile wanted to be friends anymore after this. He felt a growing need to say something.


"Was it a mistake to meet in person?" He ended up asking. Besides him Gile fell backwards into the bed.


"I really don't want to say hindsight is twenty-twenty, but clearly this all sucked for both of us."


"Yeah, but like, why? We just work so well online, why didn't it work in person?" He had wondered more than once this week why something that seemed so easy could all of a sudden be so hard. He never had problems with Gile before.


"Maybe it's cause of how we work so well online." Brody just tossed him a glance. Gile's eyes met his, the amber orbs looking thoughtful.


"Like just roleplaying and stuff?"


"Yeah, dude. Like we have these set boundaries and clear expectations in our chats and if I'm being honest, maybe we needed those here, during this week. Like I walked in here and took ‘Make yourself at home’ way too literally." Brody snorted in response to Gile’s humor. It felt nice to hear after getting yelled at a short while ago.


"A do's and don't's list. Definitely needed that."


"An expected outcome, perhaps."


"X-cards?"


"Any form of safety tool, really."


The pair sat still, Brody kept looking at the filth and ooze of his guest room. Thinking that maybe they messed up.


"Hindsight really is twenty twenty, though. I honestly didn't even think about having to worry about any of that. I just kinda…" he struggled for the words.


"Kinda assumed it would just work out." Gile finished for him.


"Yeah."


"Me too." Brody was glad they were still talking. That maybe they could salvage their relationship.


Gile stood up and threw the shirt in his hand into the duffle.


"But where does that leave us now, then?" The iguana asked. Brody looked away, it was a tough question. What do they do now? His plan was a far too gone fantasy. Despite the ache in his chest.


"A redo would be nice." He said honestly.


"Heh, yeah." The bulky iguana laughed. He then scrunched his eyebrows in thought. "You know what, yeah! That's exactly what we need, man." His face lit up, as he tapped a finger to his cheek. Brody cocked his head to the side.


"I'm not following."


"A redo, a reset. A… retake of the scene." He said as if that explained anymore what his idea was.


"Like when we roleplay?" Brody said finally catching on.


"You got it! We'll reset tonight and use all of our roleplaying experiences to do it better this time. One last hurrah so that I can make it right. Repay you for your amazing hospitality." Brody could only blink.


"You want to roleplay? With me? Again?" He asked, feeling a bit hopeful. It was something he could work with at least.


"Yeah, well sort of. We'll be ourselves, but just define what we'd like to do tonight a little bit more. I'll do anything you want. Like I said, repay your kindness." He held out a hand to Brody. An olive branch to reunite friends. He took it.


"Ohh, okay. I can work with that!" He said. The larger hand dwarfing his own. He tried to not notice how warm it was, and how nice it was to hold.


"Yeah, so. Like I said anything. Clean the apartment, buy your groceries for the next week, treat you to a nice meal"


"Cooked by someone else, right?" Brody joked. Gile took it on the cheek, he is not a good cook, or a clean one.


"Har har, but yeah. Whatever kind of food you'd like."


Many thoughts were going through his head right now. Various scenarios and requests. From taking him up in his offer to clean the apartment, to much more adult. Much more in line with his original plans. He sat thinking it through a bit longer than he wished, just feeling Gile's eyes on him.


"Can I have just a little time to think?" He asked. His face feeling a little flushed


"You got it. I got to finish packing anyway." Brody turned to head out the room. Trying to psyche himself up and think through the rest of the night.


"Hey, Brody." Gile called after him. The dragon felt his heart skip a beat. He really liked hearing him say his name, not his characters'.


"Yes, Gile."


"I mean anything, go wild." His tail shot straight out, spine rigid! 'Did he know? Is he saying what I think he's saying?' The dragon slowly turned to look over his shoulder. Gile wasn’t even looking at him, he was busy stuffing clothes into his carryon unfolded. Brody quickly left the room. His eyes wandering a little too far south on the bigger reptile’s frame for his liking at the moment.


In the living room he sighed out, recollected himself. Too many things going through his head, flashes of their chats together, insecurities about himself, but what captured the most of his attention was the dishes that were littering his counter. Everything halted as he looked at them. ‘First things first.’


The exercise in cleaning the kitchen was a welcome distraction. As each plate, bowl, and cup were bathed in soap and scrubbed clean Brody felt his own mind become more clear. The torturous knots of ideas were pulled loose one by one. He watched as bubbles floated in the air about him as he cleaned, they seemed to defy gravity. Flying free. They reminded the dragon of Gile, the freest spirit he’s ever known.


‘I wish I could be like you, Gile’ Brody thought as he pulled a coarse sponge along a plate. ‘Free to do what I want, when I want.’ Long since childhood had Brody been plagued with compulsions. Twisting and thorny thoughts that snagged his inner monologue and refused to be ignored. It only hurt to try so he took the lesser of two evils and let them ensnare him. In the solitary lifestyle that Brody lives, it works for him. When someone else has been in his space for the last week. Well, not so much.


Gile was just down the hall, but he seemed just as far away as ever. ‘It was foolish to think that this relationship would have worked so well in person.’ He concluded as he attacked the char and carbonized food on a pan. Thoughts however, were something that Brody couldn’t get rid of. The thoughts of happiness when Gile told him that the iguana was traveling towards his town. Thoughts of exhilaration as he offered Gile his spare room for the week. Thoughts of excitement when someone he’s known rather intimately would be around for an extended amount of time.


No, they didn’t work so well in person. ‘But I still want us to.’ Brody thought while shaking his head. For all the frustration, the tornado that was Gile brought to his life, the dragon still wanted it to work. Whatever it was.


He leaned over the counter, a bit defeated. Months of chats, scenes, wild exploits, RPGs, servers, time, and energy spent together. It really mattered to Brody, enough to try once more. Fight against the forgone conclusion that had settled in his mind.


He had one thing he wanted to do with Gile. And one night left to accomplish it. A sole bubble floated down and he caught it in his hand. It rested for a second before popping without a sound. Brody took it as a good omen. ‘Alright, I can do this.’


Within ten minutes he had his desires written on a card. There were three.


Me and you in bed. Me and you naked. Me and you fucking.


Brody couldn’t write any more details than that. He struggled to write even these three. He desperately urged and begged his brain for anything, something, anything else. But the thorns had gripped him and he had to surrender to it. He had to acknowledge even beyond the compulsions, it was what he wanted. All he wanted.


So lost in himself, he didn’t hear Gile walk down the hall. Only as the card scrapped across the table. Brody lurched to get it back, but Gile was quicker and held it high out of reach. His eyes scanning the words. Slowly the amber orbs looked down at the dragon. Brody wanted to shy away, but there wasn’t anywhere to go. Those eyes rooted him in place.


Gile didn’t say anything. His lips pulled up into a smile, white teeth flashing at him. There was a shared desire in his look, a feeling that shot across the airwaves. Brody’s heart quickened. His package stirred in his pants. Guilt and shame adding to the fire starting in his loins.


“Is this really what you want?” The question cut the silence. Brody licked his lips, and blinked. ‘Last chance, in or out. Now or never… I want this.’ He nodded.


“Then I have one question for you.” He said as he held out a hand. Brody grabbed it and felt the lurch as he was lifted to his feet and pulled into his strong embrace.


"You're room or mine?" Gile smoothly sang into Brody's ear. The dragon could hardly hear him with the two larger paws that groped his body. Their touch ate away his apprehension and awakened his arousal even more. He felt even more touch starved and feasted on their administrations.


"Mine, please" he squeaked out. Barely registering as those strong arms scooped him into the air. His heart rate continued to spike as he was carried down the hall. Gile only stopped briefly to pull the door open and let the two of them into Brody’s sanctum. White walls, checkerboard sheets, and clean bedside tables greeted them. Gile set the heady dragon on the queen sized bed. Brody panted a bit to regain his breath.


“I don’t know why I’m surprised it's so tidy in here, it’s just like the rest of the place.” Gile remarked. Brody only groaned.


“Please, Gile.” His scaled fingers grasped his friend’s larger hands. “Don’t leave me hanging.”


“Oh don’t you worry Brody. I’m going to take great care of you, just like you did for me. Let’s get you out of these clothes.” The iguana promised. Brody could only lift his arms as his shirt was pulled off and thrown to the side. Hand pulled down his sides and hips, irritating his flesh in the most wonderful way. “God, you're beautiful. I’m sad I wasted all those nights without seeing your sexy body.”


Brody couldn’t have blushed harder even if he wanted to. Being naked in front of someone else was already a huge ask for him, let alone being complimented on his body. The large paws came to rest at his belt buckle where they paused for a moment. “May I?” he asked. Quick successive nods was his response. Brody’s eyes were clamped shut, but he still heard the jingle of metal and felt the pull at his waist as the leather band keeping his pants up was ripped through the loops. His knees buckled and wiggled as the denim was finally removed, he was just laying there in nothing but his underwear. Thrilled at knowing his friend was looking him up and down.


There’s no way Brody was prepared for the touch to his head through the cotton of his briefs though. With a gasp, his hips lurched as he felt a bead of pent up pre push out.


“Fuck, someone’s excited!”


Brody let out a long groan before pulling his hands over his face. Embarrassment at an all time high. Gile just pushed even further, pulled even more from the bearded dragon. Brody felt the sensation of an entire palm pull around his penis. Sharp scrapes across his sensitive skin. His hips jerked into the touch, wanting more, needing more.


“You’re wet as water down here. As fun as it is to watch you squirm, I’ve got to take these off to follow through on your request. That okay?” Another half a dozen quick nods, all without his hands leaving his face. A hand wiggled down into the space between his thighs tickling his skin. Brody hesitantly pulled them apart to give Gile more room and access to his privates.


Half a dozen thoughts coursed through the dragon’s head as he was groped and felt. ‘What will he think, what if I’m too small, am I sure I want to do this, what if it doesn’t feel good enough for him, what if he hates me after this, what if, what if, what if..’ Gile, of course, not being privy to these thoughts continued on his merry way. An index finger hooked around the band, the last fabric that spared his dignity. And he had another thought, ‘Why isn’t he going any faster!?’


Whether they had gained a telepathic link or Gile wasn’t willing to wait around anymore, the underwear was swiftly removed. Brody felt his dick spring around as it was freed, out in the open for the world to see. He peeked through his fingertips, the need to know what Gile thought about his junk was too much to resist.


The iguana was smiling and nodding approvingly, which he found odd.


“What’s up?” Brody had to ask. Amber eyes met his through the fingers.


“Well, you, for one.” Gile said with a wink.


“Pfft. Bad joke.” Brody said, feeling the tension lower enough for him to remove his hands from his face and rest them on his chest.


“Well, they can’t all be bangers, I guess.” Gile said with a smile. Brody smiled back at him. Below his shaft continued to throb and leak.


“Umm, so are you gonna…” Brody started.


“I told you, stop worrying. Just got to get out of these too.” He said.


Brody’s eyes widened as Gile deftly pulled his shirt off and callously threw it behind him. The act so insolently making a mess of the room. His chest looked absolutely inviting though, just a slightest amount of muscle definition but a healthy amount of give and wiggle as he moved to take his pants off. Brody wondered what it’d be like to lay on it. He excitedly realized that he might get the chance after this.


A flick and a toss of his lower clothes and both of them were as naked as the days they were born. Brody couldn’t help but stare. In the dim light, his eyes were drawn to Gile’s package. A plump shaft and hangers that were pulled up. He was only about half mast or so, by Brody’s estimation. The realization that his friend was climbing up on the bed pulled his attention away.


The gentle giant stared down at him from above. Broad shoulders and chin spikes and kind amber eyes greeted him. His oxidized copper green scales loomed over the shorter reptile. Brody wanted to reach out and grab him but found himself too nervous to move.


“Well, buddy. We’re naked, we’re in bed, and we’ve completed two of your requests. You ready to fuck this ass?” Another lunge of his hips and another shot of pre out his length. Here they were, where he wanted them to be four nights ago. ‘Better late than never.’ He figured. He pointed to one of his night stands.


“Umm, condoms and lube are in there.” He politely said, finally recalling all his prep, only realizing now that he hadn’t mentioned them before this point. Brody blamed it on getting swept up in the moment. Gile took a second to look over before turning back towards the shy dragon with a rather sinister smile.


“Oh, Brody. We’ve got all the lube we need right here.” He gripped Brody’s shaft which caused him to hiss. Another spurt of natural lubricant, emphasizing Gile’s point. The large hands surrounded his length and pumped. The pulls were short and quick. Just enough to tease the dragon ever more but not take it any further. Brody humped and moaned as he lost himself in the touch. Slick sounds filled the air as the strokes coated his shaft with pre. The big man leaned down till his lips were close enough to tickle the bearded dragon’s spikes along his jaw bone.


“As for the condom, I really want to feel you shoot your spunk up my tailhole. Make my hole a fucking mess with your cum.” The last syllable was emphasized with a soft puff of air that pulled at his cheek. Brody’s eyes shot open, absolutely disgusted at how that sounded! 


And utterly shocked at how absolutely turned on it made him feel. He turned to tell Gile off and found his eyes. An edge to them. A hunger. Gile blinked once and slowly morphed. A wicked smirk, just give him a set of horns and red scale dye and he’d be a perfect recreation of a devil. Brody knew he was found out.


“Ahhh.. seems I struck gold. A secret kink of yours? Or is this new?” Brody only turned his head to the side. A slow pull down his shaft betrayed his feelings as it throbbed even more in the grasp.


The mess, the ooze, the filth, the muck. The disgust! Him, Up There, Unprotected! The absolute shame that made him close his eyes. The heat that flushed his body. The way his shaft swelled more in response. The way his breath shuddered as Gile pulled his hand off his dick. The internal turmoil and conflict boiled in him. That wasn’t anything that he ever thought about before. And it just stuck in. It looped around his brain, a slithering worm that encircled his thoughts. He couldn’t get rid of it. He didn’t want it to.


Brody whined and tried to turn away from his friend, his own humiliation. He felt vile, like a cretin undeserving of anything ‘How could he even look at me? How could he even want to be with me? How could I believe this would work? This isn’t what I wanted at all.’ He chastised himself.


“I want you to tell me, Brody. Tell me you want to fuck me raw. Paint my insides white.”


“Uhnnnnn….” A guttural noise, bestial whimper. Brody felt another string of pre erupt from his dick. .’Gile…’


“Come on, Brody. Don’t bury your true feelings again. I’m not touching your dick again until you do!”


Brody grimaced. “Gile…”


“Yes, Brody.”


“Fuck you!” The dragon opened his eyes, knowing the exact look that his tormentor had on his face. Half smile, one raised eyebrow, smug.


“Just got to say the magic words.” he sang back.


Brody wanted him to be wrong, shut up, get out of his bed…. Stay and tease him more. It wasn’t anything like their ERPs online. This felt so much more real, tangible. Well, it was real. And Gile’s arm was tangible as he grasped it.


The iguana was right, and he didn’t want to hide it. He couldn’t now anyway. Those amber eyes seemed to strip him of even his own skin, there wasn’t anywhere he could hide. Not beneath his friend.


One breath, two. Gile’s sneer softened. Brody relaxed. It was hard to stay mad at the giant goofball.


“Alright, Gile. You want to hear me say it?” Gile nodded.


“Then listen well, I’m only going to say this once.” Brody held up a finger to emphasize his point. “Drop your ass on my dick now!" And after a moment, "please." He tried to invoke his Dom energy, it didn't really work. 'Guess I'm just a Sub in person.'


But Gile didn't laugh, thank God. But he did grin. A shuffle later and Brody's dick was wedged in between the iguana's ass cheeks, still tall, erect, and leaking copious amounts of "lube". Brody felt the heat of his friend's body. Above him, next to him, everywhere.


Gile didn't ask anymore, he didn't need to. Brody communicated what he wanted and that was enough. With practiced precision and a little manual adjusting. The iguana sat, his ass swallowing Brody down to the base. No prep, no lube, no condom.


"Ohh, Gooddd." He remembered his roleplaying, all the times of saying how warm and tight it felt, how it hugged every square inch, how it squeezed intermittently around his head. But the real thing, a real ass. Gile's real ass. It hadn't prepared him for this.


He whined and felt like he was going to climax just during the insertion. His hips ineffectively trying to buck into the heavier mass of his friend. Give him any leverage to pump in and out of that heavenly orifice. Gile ground him into the bed. Pinning him beneath his wide hips, his arms gripped the sheets to the sides of his head. All the while, he grinned.


He didn't say anything. He didn't moan, or wince, or sigh, or anything. A look of slight bliss and happy grin. Meanwhile Brody was in wonderful misery.


"Gile. It, God, wait, wait, stop."


"I haven't done anything but sit down on your dick and you're already a wreck. Either my ass is that good or you've really needed this." He taunted the dragon. For good measure he squeezed his internal muscles and wrought another pint of pleasure out of the dragon.


"It's, you're, I, it, you." Brody couldn't even think coherently. Sentences lost in the thoughts that gave way to raw feeling and sparkling happiness.


"Ahhh, well thank you, Brody. I'm glad you think my ass is heavenly." He said as he started grinding away on his friend's lap. Circular. Pulling and pushing Brody's meat to an fro, not enough to send him over but God, was it close.


More innocuous humps into an immovable object and Brody's synapses were frying. How had he gone so long without feeling this, without being with someone like this. Years of wasting his time online. Afraid to be with anyone.


The apprehension about the grime and gross was long gone by now. In fact, Brody reveled in it. He didn't care, he wanted more, he wanted to cum, he wanted to get off, he wanted…


A tender touch, separate from the ones on his dick, cupped his cheek. He opened his eyes which he hadn't realized were closed. Two amber ones shone down at him. They looked through him, saw everything, and stared anyway.


Gile's hand cupped his cheek. His thumb grazed along his sensitive spikes that made up his beard. Brody pushed into the palm as his own hand grasped the scales appendage.


"Tell me, Brody. Tell me what you want."


'What do I want?' He struggled to think through the current surging up from his shaft. His friend’s hips still rocking away to and fro. What did he want? Same thing he wanted since Gile said he was coming to his town. Same thing when he offered the iguana to stay. Same thing as when he wrote his desires on that little index card.


'I want you.' He didn't say that. He didn't trust his voice at that moment. His eyes wandered the room. The sterile portraits of generic flowers on the wall. The orthogonal orientation of his lamp and alarm clock. The shoes all shined and cleaned and orderly.


Everything all prim and proper. And absolutely devoid of personality, of character.


Brody did want Gile, but that wasn't something he could say right now. This wasn't the time. Not when he was balls deep in him. So he took a step into the moment. He gazed into those amber eyes, the pools of personality that his friend had been gifted with.


"You know what I want, Gile."


"Tell me anyway."


"I want to cum so far up your hole, you'll need to change your underwear after your flight lands tomorrow. Get your ass bouncing." The words must have been like ice, with the way Gile shivered. The one eighty degree turn even shocked Brody, but he kept it under wraps. Eyes set. Face stone. Cock hard.


"Yes, sir," Gile said with a wink. His hips lifted, the extraction was just as pleasing as the insertion. Brody's breath was shaky but he kept himself calm. The brief respite distanced him from his climax, gave him room to regain some control of the situation.


Soon only his tip remained, inches away from leaving the warm orifice, centimeters from cleanliness, from sterility. ‘Fuck that!’ Brody thought. His petite hands gripped Gile’s hips.


“Down!” He ordered. Gile slammed down, Brody thrust up. Their bodies met somewhere in the middle. Coming together with a dull thump. The mattress below the two of them shuddered beneath them. Brody had to grit his teeth. He was still close, closer than he wanted to be after only one thrust, but he wasn’t going to stop now. He was going to follow through on his promise. Plow the fattest load he could into his friend.


The two separated, magnets trying to be ripped apart, an attraction stronger than they could resist. Another thud, another meeting, another shudder ran through the bearded dragon. ‘Not yet, not yet’ He willed his body. A third thud, quickly followed by a fourth and fifth. Their rhythm was off at first, Brody’s inexperience and Gile’s enthusiasm were in conflict. But they powered through, pushed on. Fucked harder.


The entire time, Brody’s member leaked into Gile’s ass. He slipped and slid in, through, and out without issue. It felt like silk, the smoothest satin. Better than his hand, better than his toys, better than he ever imagined.


Brody raided the iguana’s cave, reaping his reward in the form of a rapidly approaching orgasm. He wanted to stay here together, forever. Right here, in this moment.


They didn’t speak, words wouldn’t have done it justice. With his eyes closed, Brody had no idea what Gile looked like, but he imagined it. His own eyes would be closed, tongue hanging out his mouth, classic grin, tail flapping in the breeze as their hips rocked together and than apart. Lost in passion. All cause of Brody, all because of him.


The dragon wanted to see. He wanted to know, he didn’t care if reality was worse than fantasy. He had to see Gile. He forced his eyes open. And met two glowing amber eyes. Gile was panting, need scrunching his features. They widened as they met and Gile’s rhythm faltered. Internal muscles gripped him down. Brody didn’t stop, he had a promise to keep and a load to deliver. He thrust through the new found resistance, pressure building within and without. Their eyes didn’t leave each other. Gile beholding his soul. Brody beholding Gile’s being. Two friends interlocking.


He felt a tail curl about his. Brody didn’t even question it in the moment, the dragon just reciprocated. ‘Forever’ he wished.


He growled as he came. He used whatever faltering strength he had left to merge them together. String after string, rope after rope, the result of a week worth of abstinence. Pulses coursed outward from his core. Drums pounded in his head, blood pounded in his ears, and his heart pounded in his chest. Brody gripped Gile’s hips for dear life as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked his slight frame.


And all at once, all of the energy held taut in his muscles released. Brody collapsed down onto the bed, spent in more ways than one. He felt hot, sweat pooled across his skin and scales. But he didn’t turn away from those amber eyes. He wanted to look at them, behold them, forever.


They were the last things he saw before he slipped into sleep.


……


“Got your boarding pass?”


“Yep.”


“Got your bag?”


“Right here.”


“Got your overpriced, ridiculous looking, novelty souvenir hat?”


“Oh, you know it.” Gile said as he tapped the bright and colorful ball cap on his head.


“Well, then. Looks like that’s everything.” Brody said. The crowd buzzed around him. It was a lot of people, a lot of dirt, a lot of germs, a lot of everything but he wanted to see Gile off at security, so he fought to focus. Those amber eyes looked back at him. Their sides pinched due to his wide grin. The iguana looked happy. Brody looked away and blushed.


The two hadn’t really talked about last night, they hadn’t really talked at all this morning. A lot of odd conflicting ideas went through Brody’s mind, but he didn’t really have the will to speak on them. With a little time and the condo to himself he might be able to sort it out. But for now, he’s here to see his friend off.


He reached out his right hand towards the iguana, unsure of how to say goodbye. Gile just laughed at him.


“If you think you’re getting out of here without a hug, you’re delusional.” The giant said. Hand enveloped him again. Strong ones. They lifted him off the ground and pulled him close. Briefly stunned, but not upset, Brody reciprocated. The two reptiles locked arms for half a minute before he was set back on the ground. Brody took a step back and smoothed the wrinkles in his shirt. The two beamed at each other, happy in the moment, sad at the parting.


“Okay, well.. I’ll see you online, I guess.” Brody said, the slightly awkward silence too much to let continue.


“You know it. Alright, I’m heading out. Thank you for putting me up for the week, and putting up with me.” He added with a chuckle.


“Yeah, it was no problem.”


“Pfft, yeah, right.”


“No, you’re right. There were a lot of problems.” Brody admitted.


“Well, maybe. Maybe, next time it’ll go smoother.” Gile said. Brody looked up at his friend. He was rubbing the back of his head, looking off to the side. It was odd seeing him unconfident, Brody would have thought it was cute if he wasn’t thinking through what Gile just said.


“Next time…?” the dragon asked.


“Well, you know, if you didn't get sick of me after a week.” He amended. Brody smiled at the ground. That was easy to answer.


“I think I’d like to give it a redo, do it better the second time.”


“Well, the first time we did it wasn’t all that bad.” He said with a wink. Brody blushed more, smiled wider. “Alright, I got to go. Security isn’t going to get any shorter. Bye, Brody.” The giant turned to walk away, to be swallowed up by the crowd around him.


“Will you let me know when you land?” Brody yelled after him. Gile turned and gave him one last look. His amber eyes full of light and humor.


“I’ll do you one better, I’ll let you know when I change my underwear.”