Jamack and Puck

       Jamack took a deep breath and set his hands on his knees. He needed to stop fidgeting. He had adjusted his tie five times since he sat down on the dilapidated old couch, and that was pointless anyway since his tie was cut and would always look awful. “Come on, Jamack, why are you nervous? You shouldn’t be this nervous.”He knew he shouldn’t be. He was mod frog after all, this was hardly his first rodeo. A certified professional like him naturally had earned plenty of lovers.
       
       But here he was trembling like a virgin. Even grabbing his knees didn’t help. That just made the rest of his body shake. He couldn’t even begin to explain why. He hadn’t even been this nervous when he had lost his virginity, back in that dilapidated old office building by the lake. There he had taken charge and conquered, like he did everywhere else in life. 
       
       “Yeah, that’s right! What are you doing? You’re the man, Jamack.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The encouraging words helped for a second, but then the trembles came right back. He kept on repeating it in his head, but that just made the trembling worse.
       
       His eyes shot open when he realized he’d been holding his breath. It was humiliating to feel like this, and it didn’t even make any sense. This wasn’t even his first time with Puck. There he had been a man. A real swashbuckler. That’s what the otter had called him. 
       
       Jamack closed his eyes and thought back to that night. Then it had been simple. A few weeks of travel and stage combat training had led to it unerringly. It was weird admittedly. He hadn’t ever considered sleeping with an otter until then. Puck was too insistent to ignore though. Between the constant compliments, the knowing winks, and the constant physical contact, it had been obvious that Puck was into him. The only odd thing was finding himself attracted to the otter too. 
       
       He hadn’t thought he was until that night when Puck had beckoned him into his tent. “Come, dear Jamack! Join me for some late-night refreshment!” He was so bombastic about the offer that the frog didn’t think he could refuse. Embarrassingly, he hadn’t even pieced together what kind of offer it was until he made it in and saw the otter disrobing. He’d called it preparing for a private lesson. 
       
       Obviously, Jamack hadn’t refused. Something about the way Puck’s purple fur shined in the candlelight that night was what he blamed. Or maybe it was the slightly predatory smile the otter had flashed him when he dropped his jacket. It could have just been loneliness and desperation too, he guessed, but he didn’t want to dismiss the attraction either. After all, whatever it was that pulled him in, the night was one of the best of the frog’s life.
       
       Puck was so warm and affectionate it had been almost overwhelming. His fuzzy arms clawed all over Jamack and threatened to ruin his suit, but then, Jamack had come back with almost as much passion. He smirked and shuddered a bit as he thought of how he grabbed Puck’s hands and forced him into a kiss. The otter was putty in his hands the rest of the night once the frog’s tongue was done with him. When Jamack finally broke away, all it took was a quick order to get the otter on the bed and in position.
       
       “Is my handsome swashbuckler ready?” Jamack was thrown by the sound of his lover’s voice coming from just outside the door of the break room. He was so thrown that he nearly jumped in fact. Somehow, he hadn’t realized how deep he’d fallen into fantasy, for who knows how long. 
       
       “Uh, a-almost!” Jamack went to adjust his tie again. When he looked down, he suddenly found something else to adjust. He was as hard as his well fitted pants would allow, and it showed. He rushed to adjust his pants to hide it, but that meant he had to unbutton them and fix everything. “D-don’t come in yet!”
       
       “It’s best not to keep your director waiting so long…” Puck was humming as he spoke, and a telltale jingling brought Jamack’s attention to the doorknob being playfully turned. The frog rushed to readjust himself, shakily rubbing his dick into a concealable position so he could get his pants on. It was ridiculous. Puck had seen him naked. Puck had undressed him. Still he rushed, and the rushed work showed. His bulge was still obvious by the time the last button was done up, and his hands were still on his lap by the time the door finally opened. “I’m coming in, my handsome star!”
       
       Puck was flamboyant as ever when he opened the door, flinging it aside dramatically and all but waltzing into the room. It should have been humorous, but in spite of himself, Jamack admired the stance. His eyes ran up and down the otter’s body. Even in his loose-fitting clothing, the frog could make out the curves. It made him feel relaxed again. He smirked as he thought about getting those curves under him. 
       
       Then, after a long moment, he met Puck’s eyes and the look on the otter’s face made him go stiff. He was all but glaring, not an ounce of good humor on his face. It was the look he usually gave one of his actors when they messed up a line. Thankfully, once he saw his lover’s reaction, the otter smiled that cute, predatory smile. “So, you think you’re good enough to be part of my troop now?” Still smiling, he crossed his arms and stomped to the center of the room, directly next to Jamack. “And what, dear frog, do you have to offer to the great Theaotters?” He emphasized the name of the troop with a second dramatic wave before turning to Jamack for a response. 
       
       Jamack couldn’t really speak for a moment. He tried, but all that came out was, “I-I’m not sure…” He wanted to slap himself for that, but he was too distracted by his arousal to remember his lines. Puck was just making it worse by acting so demanding. So much blood was rushing to his cheeks and groin that he was starting to feel lightheaded.
       
       Thankfully, the otter gave him a second chance. He paused for dramatic effect first though, even clearing his throat.  “Ahem. I said, ‘What, dear frog, do you have to offer the Theaotters?’”He leaned in a touch closer, looking Jamack right in the eye this time while he waited. 
       
       “Uh… r-right.” The frog caught his breath and stood up straight and proud. It took a second, but he was able to get a confident smile on his face. “I can offer anything you want, sir. You’ll find I’m well-endowed with all sorts of talents.” His hands were still shaking a bit, but the frog remembered to finish with a wink. 
       
       And he was rewarded. Puck’s eyes absolutely sparkled with delight at the read.  Jamack couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was a small comfort though, since the otter resumed glaring at him right away. “Oh? And what sort of talents are those?” He flashed his fangs on that line. It was almost a smile, but Puck was doing his best to keep a grim face.
       
       The display made Jamack feel a lot less nervous, or maybe it just made the blood rush away from his head too fast to worry about anything. He was definitely feeling lightheaded when he looked down at the otter’s groin and saw the bulge in his britches. His hands weren’t shaking anymore when he reached for the hem of those pants though. “Tell you what. How about I give you a private show?” He smiled up at Puck. The otter’s frown shook and inevitably fell back into a smile when Jamack wiggled a finger against his hip. 
       
       Puck stopped the frog’s hand with his own paw before it could do anything more than rest against his hip though. “I thought that was my line.” He tried to glare again, clearly, but all he managed was lidding his eyes while he leaned even closer. His smile actually got wider. Jamack matched it right away with a seductive grin of his own, but then Puck one-upped him. With their eyes locked he was taken by surprise when the otter planted his other paw firmly on his groin, and he shuddered. “Oh yes! I can see you’re making a generous offer, but I’m afraid that is only one talent I expect from my leading men.”
       
       Jamack’s shuddering completely threw him. He’d never been lightheaded enough to shudder with any of his other partners. Then again, he couldn’t remember the last time he had been looking up at them either. “O-oh yeah?” He tried to bring his grin back, but Puck pressed down again. “I mean… what else, did you need to see?”
       
       “Hmm… well, to begin…” Puck leaned in even closer, enough that all Jamack could see were the otter’s sparkling eyes and the top of his snout. “I need to see how you handle pressure.” His paw wrapped around the cock throbbing under Jamack’s slacks, and he gave it a hard squeeze. 
       
       That nearly made the frog gasp. He swallowed it just in time. The dominant feeling of Puck’s claws was amazing, but what was driving him crazy was the feeling of Puck’s warm breath when he leaned in even closer. Eventually, his nose brushed against Jamack’s mustache. It took everything to keep from kissing him right there. His tongue was practically pulsing in his throat, and he had to grab on tight to Puck’s hip to stop the shaking again. “Man, why did you say no kissing?”
       
       Puck ignored his partner’s muttering for the most part, but he did choose that opportune moment to pull away and to slide his partner’s hand off his hip. “What say we turn up the heat then?” Just as he’d made a show of coming close, Puck made a show of backing away. He turned and slid Jamack’s hand all the way to his tail before finally letting go of it, and his pants had already mostly slid off his hips as well by the time he was halfway around. That way, he could let them drop with a nice flourish, a waggle of his tale and a wave of his hand.
       
       Jamack felt his tongue pound in his throat. With nothing else to grip, he had to set his hands on the couch to stop his shaking while he watched Puck disrobe the rest of the way. While he wanted to just grab the otter and toss him onto the couch, right now he had to remember his lines. “W-wow… I can see I’m not the only talented one here, director…” The script was admittedly, a bit hard to swallow still, but the mention of talent wasn’t. Puck was nicely hung. He was thick mostly, but he didn’t lack in length either. That long shaft stood proudly above a pair of massive, cream-colored balls. Jamack still wasn’t used to those things. 
       
       Puck hummed cheerfully and made the display just a touch more distracting by thrusting once his jacket hit the floor. “I know it may be intimidating to perform against me, but please, try to do your best.” He shot the frog a wink before stepping out of his clothing and gliding to a seat on the couch. Jamack kept his eyes locked on the otter the whole way. “Now, how about we start with a little oral recitation?”
       
       The otter leaned back and spread his legs before beckoning Jamack toward his genitals with a claw. Jamack followed reflexively at first, just eager to have permission to finally tackle his lover, but then he stopped, just as he placed a hand on Puck’s fuzzy belly. “W-wait, so you want me to…” He looked Puck in the eye cautiously. This was the end of his script. Once Puck was on the couch, it just said to ‘improvise.’ That said, what he was supposed to do now was pretty clear.
       
       “Do what comes naturally, my fine frog.” Puck bared his fangs again and set a paw on Jamack’s head weightily. Jamack was thrown by the weight actually, and fell forward onto Puck’s lap, just as the otter intended no doubt. He pulled himself up a short moment after, but not far enough to separate himself entirely from the otter’s hefty dick. “If I recall, your resume said you know a bit about how to handle a sword, yes?”
       
       Jamack knew what to do, or at least what he should do next, but he still paused. He’d never been on the bottom before. In fact, this was actually the first time he’d seen Puck’s dick this close. Suddenly, he actually had stage fright, wondering if he could do it right.
       
       Still, he was a mob frog, so he didn’t let a little fright stop him for long. He stared the dick and the warm belly straight down and leaned in, pretending it was the kiss he’d been wanting to plant on Puck since he walked in the room. From there, he just did what came naturally, first pressing his tongue around the hefty shaft and swallowing the tip. 
       
       The sensation of sucking such a warm dick against such a warm body was weirdly comforting. It was almost intoxicating in fact. Jamack barely noticed the taste, other than noting it was just as salty as the otter’s rear. What kept him distracted was purely the warmth, and maybe the way Puck pet him while he worked. “Mmm. You are a natural, aren’t you?”
       
       Jamack moaned an affirmative while he continued his work. The praise was welcome, reassuring him. He worked his tongue further down the shaft naturally, coiling it around Puck with a hunger to feel its pulsing warmth. He had never been shy about feeling his lover’s fur, and right now, running his hands through it was another way he could bolster his confidence. He knew the otter’s sweet spots well after all. Rubbing Puck’s hips got him chittering without fail, and reaching around to massage the small of his back, right at the base of his tail, would usually get that chittering to move into moaning. 
       
       “Ah! Fiend!” Sure enough, Jamack’s hands did the trick right away. Puck was bucking in a moment, his claws digging into the couch. Jamack gazed up at him, satisfied that he got the dramatic otter throwing his head back so easily. It made him shudder a bit though. He got a taste of pre-cum spurting from Puck’s cock, and the reaction was wonderful, but unusual. It was even more theatrical, without the chittering. “Mmmm… keep that up and we may have a place for you after all.” He grinned wide, and Jamack caught just the faintest hint of that usual chitter when he put a little more pressure on Puck’s sweet spot. The otter held back though. “Mmhmm…. In fact, I know the role that’s perfect.”
       
       Puck shifted in Jamack’s grip. The frog followed along, sucking at the warm dick surprisingly eagerly now. The dick itself was still noteworthy for nothing more than the way it pulsed, but Puck’s joyful squirming was intoxicating. He was happy to keep encouraging it. 
       
       In fact, the promise of more of that might have been the only thing that got him to stop. Otherwise, he would have liked to see if he could make his lover cum. “Halt, fiend.” Puck chirped the order, trying to keep a demanding presence but nearly breaking before Jamack slowly pulled off of him. “Ha! I know you’re excited to show off. However, there is another act to this performance.” 
       
       “Oh yeah?” Jamack lifted himself a bit to smile down at the otter. Pulling away from the warmth was almost painful for a second. He wanted to throw himself back into it. Puck stopped that though with a claw on his collar.
       
       After he had caught his breath, the otter shined his fangs again and nodded. “Lay back, Jamack.” He followed the frog as Jamack followed the order. The frog actually bristled at the claws on his suit. In spite of everything, he still treasured the appearance of it. With the otter grabbing him so roughly and pushing him back, he couldn’t stop himself worrying about wrinkles. At least, he couldn’t when he wasn’t staring at the hungry look in Puck’s eyes. “You have no idea how badly I want to rip this right off of you.”
       
       Jamack shivered and his cock absolutely throbbed in his slacks. For a second, he was worried about more than just the otter tearing his buttons. “H-hey, now-“
       
       “Don’t worry, my dear.” The hungry look didn’t leave, but the Puck’s voice went from a growl back to a singsong without missing a beat while his claws wandered down Jamack’s jacket. “I know how much you value it. I can preserve the wrapping.” He licked his lips and undid the buttons. One hand worked on his jacket, and the other casually did the same with the frog’s tie and undershirt.  
       
       “Haa…” The paws touched his bare skin the moment his jacket was undone. The warm, slick fur still took him by alarm somehow. “A-are we done playing?” He glared up at Puck. Sounding overwhelmed and frustrated in spite of himself. Really, he was trying to beg. 
       
       Luckily, the otter wasn’t offended. He caught on to Jamack’s intent clearly. “Of course not, my handsome star.” Puck chuckled. Once the jacket was fully undone, he set himself on the frog’s stomach. That got another sigh out of him. Feeling Puck’s big rudder of a tail rubbing over his dick was too intense. Jamack grabbed for it almost on instinct. “Do you feel like you’re ready to show me your best quality?”
       
       Jamack couldn’t help but smile at the way the otter winked. “I have, heh, no doubt you’ll be impressed.” He winked right back and slid his hand under Puck’s tail, reaching and finally undoing he buttons on his slacks to set himself free. Puck leaned forward to accommodate the movement. At least, Jamack thought that was why he leaned forward until the hungry look in his eye registered again. He knew this particular look all too well, but right now, he wasn’t sure how to react to it. 
       
       Then Puck leaned all the way in, grabbed him hard by the chin, and kissed him. Jamack wasn’t sure if he was enraged by the action or just relieved, but either way it made him shiver and struggle even more desperately with his pants. Having caught the frog by surprise, Puck showed off what he’d learned in their previous practice sessions, his weirdly flat tongue deftly wrested Jamack’s before the frog could relax, and soon the frog was caught softly between the otter’s fangs. 
       
       He probably could have escaped, but focused as he was with running his hands over the otter’s body and stroking his own cock, he really didn’t want to. Puck wasn’t doing a bad job with the kiss besides. He was practically sucking down Jamack’s tongue, if the frog had wanted, he could have made him deepthroat it. 
       
       But Jamack was genuinely getting into the role of the aspiring actor now. Having the otter take him so aggressively, like prey, it was driving him wild. When Puck broke the kiss, pulling away with a nice string of saliva still connecting them, he practically leapt up to follow him. 
       
       A claw on his chest and a paw snagging his tongue before he could retrieve it was all that kept him down. “Now now, my dear, let’s not get greedy.” Puck shimmied backwards, pressing his tail back down over the frog’s now exposed cock. Jamack smiled internally when he noticed the otter shiver. “Ahem, your director needs to hear one more thing before he lets you on.” Puck shivered again when he lowered himself down. Jamack grabbed his hips and helped him aim. “Ah! I n-need to hear you sing!”
       
       “Ah!” Jamack’s tongue snapped back like a whip, and both of his hands snapped up to feel at Puck. The otter slammed his eyes shut and pressed back with a delightful cooing while Jamack watched. The warmth of his body when they connected like this was still the most overwhelming thing Jamack could describe. His body went into overdrive, secreting slime and slicking the otter’s fur. It felt like he was melting. “P-Puck!”
       
       “Ah ah!” Puck continued to coo as he shifted back and forth, dancing as only an expert in his froggy love could. His claws pressed into Jamack’s slimy chest to try and steady himself. “Director, remember.” He opened one eye to bare his fangs again. It was almost a wink but the way the eye fluttered gave away his fading composure. “Now, go on. Show me that l-lovely voice.” He dropped further onto the frog, and Jamack pulled him along. He was always surprised by how tightly he was compelled to hold the otter. 
       
       “A-Ah!” He groaned more the further Puck made it down onto him. And when he felt him slap against his hips, he let it out with such passion his whole chest rose. “D-director! Puck! Ah!” Jamack’s eyes slammed shut. His blood was boiling now, and he started to thrust, desperate for release. Meanwhile his hands wandered every inch of the otter that Puck would allow. 
       
       And Puck allowed every bit of wandering. In fact, he reveled in it, swimming in Jamack’s grip. “H-hold that note. Yes!” Puck’s breath was heavy. He could feel it on him. He’d leaned in closer. “H-hold it…”
       
       Jamack did his best, letting out a wail as long as he could and as stably as he could. It wasn’t great, he was sure, warbling as he thrust. But Puck did his best to harmonize with it anyway. “Aaaahaahah!!” 
       
       Impressively he held it longer than the otter. Puck’s voice shook, then rumbled, fading into a familiar stifled growl before he was able to control himself and harmonize again. This time, he screamed out with praise. “Ah! That’s it my star!” Jamack could feel him pulse around him, the heat becoming even more intense, and he could feel the splash of hot cum coating his chest. 
       
       Satisfied by Puck’s ecstasy, Jamack smiled as wide as he could, and he started thrusting harder. A sense of overwhelming pride melted over him almost as strong as the heat from his lover, and he kept holding the note until he couldn’t any longer. Then, still thrusting, he let it, and the act, drop. “G-gah! You’re amazing! Puck!” Finally, he overpowered the otter, leaping up and embracing that slick fur right before he came. 
       
       Puck only protested a little. He groaned and let out a muffled growl, but then, feeling the full burst of Jamack’s pride, it was his turn to melt. Jamack held him as long as he could, suddenly feeling a burst of confidence that nearly brought his second wind early.
       
       Nearly being the most important word. It really barely brought him enough energy to snicker before he collapsed, taking his director with him down to the couch. There, the confidence brought him just enough energy to keep up his fondling, and maybe enough vigor to talk. “Ha… So, what do you think, ‘director.’”
       
       The muffled growl and a claw fondling his body in return was the only response for a minute. Jamack was satisfied with that. It morphed into the chittering soon enough.  
       
       Puck’s second wind took a fair bit longer, but it came back with a cooing passion that sent Jamack shivering again. “Ah, yes…” The otter moaned before lifting his head, just enough to show off his toothy grin again. “A fine rehearsal, my good frog. Most impressive.”
       
       Jamack grinned right back. “So, star material, right?” He winked. Briefly he felt a shiver at the comment. In spite of himself, his nerves came back for just a second when Puck mockingly rolled his eyes in consideration. 
       
       “Well, perhaps?” Jamack sighed at Puck’s dismissal before chuckling. He groped the small of the otter’s back, just above the tail, to reestablish his confidence. It worked like a charm. “Ah! Alright, alright, no need to get overzealous.” 
       
       The pair shared a chuckle, and Puck shut his eyes. He leaned in close, fully under the mod frog’s control again. Jamack smiled to himself at that. Taking charge, he kept up his massage and let the otter relax on him. “I think I’ve earned myself a solo now. What do you think?”
       
       Puck nodded gently against his chest, just in case there was any doubt. “We’ll discuss it after the encore.” He stretched out, covering Jamack like a blanket for the moment.  Puck opened his eye just enough to stare lovingly at the frog, and to confirm his request when Jamack nodded. 
       
       Then, the pair sank comfortably into the ratty old casting couch, and Jamack nodded to himself. It really was a comfortable seat to be in. Really, at this point, he couldn’t help but laugh about it. “No sense being nervous when you’re the one they’re here to see right.” He mumbled, petting his otter and allowing himself to relax before he gave Puck a real show.