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how to be an obnoxious oversexed prat. I just choose not to make use of that knowledge.”
    “ Oooh!” Pike squeaked in a falsetto. “My goodness, one would almost think you hadn’t just been cleaning come out of your muzzle.”
    Alicar stuck his tongue out at Pike. The raccoon grinned. “You missed a spot.”
    Jonas kept quiet, his tail sliding back and forth across the couch. Glancing around, he wondered where Richy was. The group in the lounge included everyone he knew well except for the wolf, and it felt comfortable and familial. He began to have pangs of doubt about leaving. If he stuck around, he might lose his nerve altogether.
    “ Goodnight,” he said, standing and stretching. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”
    “ Night, Jonas,” three voices chorused. He waved as he padded back into the hallway and to his room.
    Lying on his bed, he took his member in his paw again and thought about making love to Alexan, under the night sky on their way back to Ferrenis, the stars sparkling down on them. He’d never had sex outdoors and thought it must be very romantic.
    “ Whoever you’re thinking about, I can take his place.”
    Jonas’s eyes flew open. Pike was standing in his doorway.
    “ You don’t take a hint, do you?” he snapped.
    “ Oh, but I do. You were handing them out pretty liberally tonight.” The raccoon closed the door behind him and walked to the bed.
    Torn between his fantasy and annoyance at Pike, Jonas sat still. The raccoon was showing now, a bit of pink at the tip of his sheath. “Who is it? One of us? No, a client. Someone you just met today?” His paw grasped Jonas’s member and slid along it.
    “ Ohh.” The touch felt good. His clients had touched him, but none with that gentleness. He shook his head.
    “ No, of course not.” Pike stroked him softly. “You’ve been like this for a week. A regular, then, someone you’re looking forward to seeing again. Don’t you know you shouldn’t fall in love with a client? It doesn’t matter, I suppose, if it makes you more excited to see him. Makes the experience better for him. I fell in love once, did I ever tell you? Ah, a story for later, then.” His paw worked all the time he was talking, while his other paw moved around Jonas. “You’re thinking about his touch, his scent, his body against yours.” Somehow, Jonas was on his side and his tail lifted, and Pike’s paw was under it. “Imagining him back there, wanting him to be part of you like that.” Then the words stopped and a soft tongue replaced Pike’s paw under his tail.
    Jonas moaned. He hadn’t come at all tonight, and the tension was returning, building up in him. He lifted a leg and felt the tongue move deeper. Then Pike slid up behind him. “And he wants to be part of you, too,” he whispered. “Do you want him?” Jonas felt a pressure under his tail, waiting anxiously for permission.
    Dimly, he realized what Pike was doing. He scrambled to convince his logical mind that it was okay: he would be gone tomorrow, and so it didn’t matter, and besides, if he let Pike do this, he’d regret leaving that much less. He wasn’t sure it made sense, but his logical mind was not really controlling much anyway. He nodded and said softly, “yes.”
    Pike was good; experienced, of course, but also good, with a natural sense for how his partner was feeling. Jonas knew how big he was, had had his paw around Pike, but good Felis, it felt like a tree trunk being pushed into him. Amazingly, though, apart from an initial discomfort, he was enjoying it. He tried to imagine Alexan, but between the raccoon scent and the pressure ( Felis save me, he must be three times as big as Alexan! ), that was next to impossible, so Jonas just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
    They finished within a few seconds of each other, Pike controlling Jonas expertly with his paw. As their moans and panting mingled and faded into the cool morning air, Jonas felt himself relax, and felt the