HAT: Lol... I was sooooo random when I posted stuff last time. Especially with Munkustrap's Gone CRAZY! which I was completely weird about... huh, I'm strange... WAAAAIT! I'm going my Story on Tugger and Skimble right? M'kay!... I need to stop eating the candy I'm supposed to sell... ANYWAY, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely every single kitten in Exotica's litter and Jasper!... sadly, however, I don't own Cats.. *sigh* Enjoy anyway...


The large maned cat stretches in the sunlight on the trunk of the TSE 1 car, the sun high in the sky and every cat (save for those on guard and Tugger's very glad that he's done guarding for the day) is relaxing. He notices Electra trying to catch her uncle's tail for the millionth time and she fails because Skimble's well aware of his niece trying to catch his long brown tail like usual and had growl quite used to it, even doing it in his sleep many times not just with Electra (though she's the main suspect) but all cats (because some teenagers felt they were up for the challenge) and so far only Jenny when they were young, has ever succeeded. Tugger chuckles as Skimble sits beside him, wrapping his tail tightly around his paws.

"Maybe I'll catch your tail someday," Tugger mutters, nuzzling his companion.

Skimble chuckles. "I'd like to see you try."

Tugger stretches a little before he sits up and pecks a kiss on the orange tom's cheek. "Later," he promises.

Their tails twine together and Tugger laces his fingers through Skimble's leaning back to back with said cat. They found who the queen was in the relationship, but both were too masculine for that girly stuff, so they just do little things to show their affection. They stay like this for a while before they get up and walk to a semi-secluded area where they share a quick kiss, and then Tugger's paws travel downward and grips the butt of the older tom, who jumps a little and playfully glares at him.

"Oh so it's that way?" he asks before his own paws lower and grip a little tighter, making the gripper become the grippee. "Like it?"

Tugger blushes and playfully growls. "Very much."

Suddenly there's a squeak and they look down at Electra who's covering her eyes and blushing. "I-I'm sorry Uncle Skimble, T-Tugger. I- uh- never mind. Sorry," she stutters, turning away.

Tugger can tell exactly what's going through Skimble's mind: Oh crap! My niece saw me... and him... oh damn it! Or something along those lines by the way his shoulders and jaw slack and eyes follow his niece as she retreats from the pair.

"Go on," Tugger says, gesturing to one of his fan-girls.

"I'll be back," Skimble says.

"And I'll be Beethoven," Tugger jokes before hitting the orange tabby's butt before he walks away and when the brown tailed tom turns around with semi-wide eyes Tugger winks. "Don't take too long."

Skimble blushes and rolls his eyes before rushing after his niece to hopefully clear the air between them. No kit should ever see their mother, father, uncle, or aunt (all over a certain age gap) get intimate and Electra was unfortunate enough to have seen her crush and uncle intimate together... yes, it's not good for her mind so far, but she knows it's really adorable... something about queens loving gay toms being in their nature, Tugger figures.

He shakes his head and narrows his amber eyes at the ground. Stop getting in touch with your queen side! Just because your gay doesn't mean you have to understand them... right?

But being an uncle to multiple girls (seeing as most of the kits are girls and he's taken on the favorite uncle position for all of them) and having a younger sister that he practically raised, Skimble has an excuse for being in touch with his feminine side. Tugger, however, only has two sisters that he somewhat raised with his brother Munkustrap (and Deuteronomy when he was able to visit) and he's just slept with a lot of queens, but he shouldn't be that in touch with it.

Skimble comes back and he leans against him, giving him a light peck on the cheek, his scent a little apprehension. "Tugger... I'll be gone for a couple of days on the Night Mail... We're going a little farther than usual."

Tugger's heart sinks and he looks at Skimble with dismay. "A couple?... that's two?"

Skimble winces. "A few..."

"Three?"

"Four."

The younger tom's shoulders sag and he lowers his amber eyes to the ground. "Four days..."

"It'll only be three nights," the orange tabby assures, nuzzling his companion.

Three nights, Tugger thinks. "When go you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

Tugger presses against Skimble and nuzzles him. "I-It's okay. I can last that long."

Skimble wraps his arms around the Maine Coon and kisses his forehead as Tugger sulks about not having Skimble around for four days. He realizes that there'll be times when Skimble's away for weeks, even months at a time. He never thought about that before and now that he has he clings to the railway cat. He doesn't know what state he'll be in by the time Skimble returns so he's going to enjoy being with his tomfriend for as long as possible. Finally Tugger felt there was something that he needed to say.

"I love you," both toms say at once before blushing and smiling at one another.

It was something they'd never said to each other before now and now that they've said it... it's better. They share a tender kiss before someone clears their throat. The two look up at an amused Mistoffelees and Tugger glares while Skimble waits patiently for Mistoffelees to say what he needs to say.

"Um... I was wondering if everything was going alright," he says.

Tugger's about to say something rude when Skimble speaks. "It's all fine. What can we help you with?"

"Well, we were all wondering who..."

"Who the queen is," the pair finishes.

"Yeah."

Tugger rolls his eyes. "When are they gonna learn they're never gonna find out?"

His younger brother huffs before he looks between Tugger and Skimble, worry in his features. "Um... So Skimble? Did you...?"

"Yes, I told him," Skimble sighs, making Mistoffelees relax and turn his eyes on his older brother.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tugger replies, nuzzling his tomfriend. "I'm just gonna spend as much time with him as possible."

Mistofelees nods. "Okay. I'll see you later, I've gotta go glare at Pouncival."

"Glare double time for me," Tugger calls after his little brother.

"I will!" the tux calls back.

"That kit," Tugger sighs before he smiles. "But... he's great, isn't he?"

"Aye, you're brother's a good young tom.. I'm glad he brought us together," Skimble whispers the last part, no one else but Exotica knowing the truth.

Tugger nuzzles the older tom. "Me too."


HAT: ... I'm too tired to do anything... review *goes to sleep*