Just A Moment**Jake**
by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/M
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It's late. It's cold. I'm scared. Not that I'd ever admit it to him, but then there's a couple hundred things I can't tell him.
It's not that I'd mind letting him know I'm vulnerable, but he couldn't handle it. He thinks I'm this womanizing macho sureshot. The other half of his womanizing hotshot pilot. At least he thinks I'm his other half on some level. It's better than I expected once I figured out he didn't date guys.
Yeah, leave it to me to fall in love with a kat that isn't capable of even wanting me, much less loving me. I hate my life sometimes, but it's par for the course. I've never done this relationship thing well.
Today's been absolute shit. I can't believe Feral did it. I can't believe I said that we quit. I really can't believe Chance went along with me. He didn't blink then. But now ...
Now he's had time to think. He's had time to begin to understand what we've lost. Well, what he's lost.
Face it, Jake. You've never cared that much about what you did or where you lived. You just wanted this drop dead gorgeous kat in your life and found the best way to be close to him. You got what you wanted and cost him everything he did in the process.
This seriously sucks. I was even beginning to like the Enforcers and now it's all over.
What's that noise?
Oh, God. He's ... crying? He must think I'm asleep.
Chance ... I'm sorry bud. Whatever it takes, I'll make sure you get back in the air as a goodkat again. I know I haven't been very good at keeping promises so far but this one will happen. I screwed up your life, I'll fix it as best I can.
He's quite, finally. I swear that Kat doesn't sleep most nights.
I need him asleep tonight. As aggressive as he was with Feral today, I don't even want to find out how he'd handle seeing me cry. I don't think I could take any more abuse, especially from him. Not today.
Now when has he said anything mean to you?
Besides ignoring my advances? Nothing. Not like that's not cruel enough.
At least he doesn't see toms at all; I'll never have to watch him in another male's arms. A fem's going to be bad enough, but another tom ... That would just kill me. As it stands I still have to watch him dress and sleep and do everything a couple does, but I can't touch him. Not the way I need to. I can't kiss him. Never feel his hands on my ...
Don't go there. You're too weak to deal with it tonight.
Everything I've ever wanted, everything I've worked for is gone and it's basically Jake's fault. Why the hell doesn't it bother me? Could I be so attracted to him that I can't get upset at him? I'm never going to forgive Feral for his part in this, but ... fuck it.
Oh, good one-track mind Chance, that's exactly what you want to do. Fuck Jake senseless. And that's exactly what you'll never get to do except in your mind. No Enforcers, no flying, no one to hold me when it gets too much to bear. I think I died and got sent to hell without checking in.
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Gods, I even want to know what he tastes like. I've never wanted to suck another tom. I'd even bottom to him if it would get him to touch me as a lover. I'd do anything he asked of me to get him to look at me with even half the affection he has for our jet. Just once to feel ...
Get your mind out of the gutter, masochist. You still have to face him tomorrow and without the uniform and protocol to hide behind. How to hell are you going to do that? You've barely kept from jumping him in the shower these past few weeks. How are you going to get through the next thirty years?
Why the blazes can't he just see I want him? Why can't I make myself just corner him and say it to his face? Am I really that much a coward?
What have I got to loose at this point?
Everything, Chance. His friendship is all you have left. You'll just have to make it do and keep your fantasies under control.
Under control. What a joke. He's the one with control, I don't even have enough to stop myself from calling his name when I jerk off.
This can't be happening. Deny me my love or deny me flight, but what did I do to deserve being denied both? Why both ... why?
Ok Jake, now what? The kat you love is crying because of what you did. You can pretend you really were asleep and let it go or move your tail over there and try to comfort him.
I want to comfort him ... I want to do a lot more that to just comfort him, but how's he going to take it? He didn't like it when I tried to tell him it was okay to be upset when his father died ... and this is more personal, both ways.
All right, what are the risks?
If I go over there, he could take it all wrong ... or exactly correct and get very offended. That can go anywhere from attacking me to ending our friendship to nothing.
If I don't, he could still turn on me for my part in all this, or turn on himself and leave me alone. Or nothing could come of it, especially once I get him back in the air.
Not really a good choice in the lot, but what is worse? It could blow up in my face either way.
But if I go over there, at least I will have tried. Even if it ends ... badly, I can say I tried to help, tried to be a friend.
Gods, he's beautiful even in the dark with a teary face.
"Chance?" I keep my voice just above a whisper and let one hand come to rest on his shoulder. Even in these circumstances, it sends a jolt of pure pleasure to my groin just to touch him. "Can I do anything?"
"Love me." His voice is ragged and even lower than mine.
'Love me?' He couldn't have said that. He couldn't.
"Wha'd did you say?"
He buried his face between crossed arms on his pillow, "nothing. I said nothing. Go away. Just leave me alone."
"All right, buddy." I hate to break even this light contact, but I don't think either of us are up for a fight right now. "I'm gone."
Why do I have to be such a light sleeper? Oh well, time to figure out what woke me up this time.
Have mercy, do I really have to listen to this? He's either jerking off or having a hell of a wet dream ... umm, wet dream. Even I need my hands.
Damn, I'm going to need mine soon if I don't cum from just listening to him. This is better than my videos. Much, much better.
Now if only I could be the cause of that. Kind of interesting to watch a wet dream in progress though. It'll probably be the best chance I have to hear him, even if there isn't much to watch. I wonder if he'd notice the lights if I turned them on?
Breath quickening, a couple shivers. Mmm, he's close. And what a view without the sheets to hide any of him. Just a slim pair of dark skivvies interrupt that gorgeous, sweat slicked golden fur.
Ohhh, what I wouldn't give to be under him right now. That mattress must be in heaven. What a dream he must be having.
"Jake!" A guttural groan escapes as his body shutters a final time.
'Love me' and calling my name when he cums in his sleep? Chance, buddy, you can kill me if I'm wrong, but I think you don't know yourself very well. Now just how to bring this up without getting punched ...
Umm, Jake, it might be good to calm down. If he's in denial, he's not going to be very receptive to being faced with the truth. But how else to bring it up but ask outright? If I'm right, we've wasted two years already. If not ...
Gods, he's beautiful like this; orgasm-lax and unguarded.
"Chance." I barely hear my own voice, but I'm not paying that much attention to it anyway. The electric shock is back with the light contact on his arm. "Chance, wake up."
"Ummm?" He shifts just enough for me to feel the ripple of muscle in his shoulder.
I wish I could place the tone in his voice, but it's giving me shivers.
"Love you," is a low mumble.
He's got to still be asleep. But that's twice.
"I love you too, but you need a shower and fresh sheets." I give his shoulder a light push, "I'll help, but you have to get up."
"Serious?" He rolls completely on his back, but his eyes are still mostly closed. I think he's smiling.
"If I can get a kiss out of it, yes." I really hope that can sound like a joke if need be. This is rapidly entering the Twilight Zone. Not a bad shift, but ...
"Just a kiss?" His voice ... gods what is there to describe that quality? Way past sexy and wanton.
He's going to kill me the good way at this rate, I want him so bad I feel like damn teenager. "Is there more being offered?"
A warm hand slips between my legs, tracing the outline of my straining erection between strong fingers on it's way up. "Hmmm? This for me?"
"That's good," he's got me on my back and my skivvies around my knees.
"Oh, god ..." I can hear my own voice quiver as he swallows me whole.
Never, never though he'd do this to me.
So hot, slick. He's incredible. Mercy, Chance, don't stop. Don't stop. Whimpers and his purr are all that make it though the searing, vibrating suction burning away the last barrier until I feel my hips jerk up, forcing me deeper. I know I roar as he milks me, purring and licking long after I'm spent.
"I was right." I can feel his breath in my ear. "You do taste good. Shower now?"
"When I can stand, maybe." Even the words are hard to form. I haven't been this ... satisfied in a long time.
So what the hell just happened? Beyond the obvious.
Jake, take what you've been given and enjoy it. Worry about how when it's gone.
Jake's in my bed, nose burred in my shoulder, one leg over my hip and we're naked. I dreamed ... but ... could ...
"Morning, love." His voice is drowsy ... and content?
"Morning." I hear myself answer by reflex.
I must still be dreaming. Never made it to the morning before, this could be good; it already feels very good. How could this one be so much more vivid?
Does it really matter? He's in my bed and apparently content to stay here. That's all I really need to know for now.
"Chance," his voice is a low purr, "as nice as this is, we need to get dressed."
"Why?" For the life of me I can't remember where we need to be, even if this was real.
"We're due in Feral's office in two hours," he sifts his leg off me and kisses my chest once before rolling out of bed. "We're in enough trouble as is, we don't need to be late on top of it."
Oh, that. Now why would he bring that up? It doesn't matter in a dream.
"Buddy," he's kneeing in front of me, so tempting to grab and let him drown me in pleasure again. Then his voice gets that cutting edge on it he uses when he's annoyed. "This isn't a dream, you need to get up and we both need a shower."
A strong hand twists it way through my ruff, "we've both been very, very blind, my mate. Too wrapped up in thinking the other couldn't possibly want us to see what was in front of our noses all this time. We have time for this later, right now we need to deal with Feral and see where we're going to be tomorrow."
'Deal with Feral.' I can do that. "Okay, but ..."
"No buts, Chance. We have to get ready."
He turns and gives me an stunning view of that gorgeous ass, twitching his tail along his spine and turns with a tempting smile before closing the bathroom door.
It is not going to be easy to keep my hands off of him.
Mechanics? A salvage yard?
Jake was quiet the entire time, Feral was enjoying himself and I ... I don't think I've swallowed it yet.
This can't be real. Jake loves me, wants me but the price of having him is going to be everything else I've ever dreamed of.
Is it worth it?
Is being loved worth everything else I've ever wanted, everything I have?
He's silent, smart, beautiful and before this my partner in just about everything but sex. Now he's willing to share my bed, but at a high cost.
Yes, it's worth it. Everything else can be rebuilt or reclaimed in time. He can't be.
Just A Moment
NC-17 for M/M
Het Level is None Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Very Low Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
14 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written August 15, 2000 by Rauhnee Ranshanka
Setting: SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kat
Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Alternate Universe
Pairings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong
Blurb: Both the boys are having a personal crisis when they are forced to leave the Enforcers, and years from now they will look back and muse about how blind they both were. But for now, they are having a very bad night.
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