I smile. It’s important to me that Sabre feels comfortable around Timmy. After making him go on yet another flight and relocate once again, I feel like making sure he’s secure in his own place is the least I can do.
After a moment, Timmy gets up and sits on the bench near me so that he’s positioned slightly above me.
“Suck my cock. Quick!” urges Timmy.
“What?” My eyes grow wide. “Right now? Are there cameras?”
We both crane our necks, but don’t see anything.
“Nope!” he says. “Go! Go!”
I shrug and laugh. “Okay then.” I feel reckless and excited. Sure, I’ve had sex outside before, but I’ve sure as hell never sucked a dick in an animal quarantine facility.
He whips down his pants and flops out his cock. It’s semi-hard, and I quickly put it in my mouth and begin to lick and suck. He moans in pleasure.
I feel like we’re getting away with something delicious and naughty. It’s exhilarating.
After a while, I remove his cock from my mouth and I giggle.
“Okay,” he says and puts it back in his pants, grinning. “I can’t believe you just did that,” he laughs.
“Me neither,” I grin. “But it was fun.”
“God, I love you,” he says, mussing my hair from where he’s sitting above me.
I smile at him. “I love you, too.”
Five minuteslater
Timmy is regaling me with a random story. “When I was naked, running around the doctor’s backyard.”
“Which doctor’s backyard were you running around naked?”
He looks like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Uh, nobody.”
Suddenly, it clicks. “Wait, you’re telling me about running around naked in the backyard of the doctor you weredating? Why would I want to hear about that?” It’s an unnecessary story, not particularly interesting, and I don’t understand why he needed to share this with me. Is that how they were when they were together, running around naked all the time like a bunch of naturists? Fucking all the time? I feel a knot forming in my stomach.
“Fuck you,” he growls, his eyes growing dark.
“Wait, I was just trying to understand?—”
But he doesn’t stop. He storms out of the quarantine cage, and I close the door quickly before Sabre can follow him.
I sit with Sabre and give him cuddles and treats, trying not to cry, not really understanding what just happened.
When he returns about fifteen minutes later, he’s on the phone.
“Yeah,” he mutters, his voice low. “I know.” He hangs up.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Darren, not that it’s any of your business,” he growls.
Then his voice softens.
“Look, I’m sorry I got upset,” he says. “Can we just go?”
“I’m sorry I did, too,” I say. “I know you’ve dated people before me. I just didn’t understand why you didn’t tell me that’s who you were talking about. And why you were telling me this naked story. And yes, let’s just go.” I sigh.