"-Are you feeling okay, hun?" Jacque blinked at his boyfriend, at the question. "-Yeah, why?" The warthog shrugged lightly. "-Just wondering, I suppose." I mean, you just seem a little more... 'edgy' than usual." The feline pursed his lips, tightly. "-What makes you say that?" Before Goresky could answer, they were passed in the hallway, by a large Mobian gorilla, who just happened to not be minding his space, and so, his swung arm (in walking motion) shoved Jacque in the side. Normally, Jacque wasn't exactly someone who brought attention to himself around bigger people that could clobber the daylights out of him, but as he was in frustrated and stressed mood, out of nowhere, he threw his coat down, whirled around in fury, and shrieked loudly, "-HEY, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!" MIND USING THOSE THINGS YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD, ALSO KNOWN AS 'EYEBALLS', HUH?" The primate, startled by the shouting (even if it was coming from a smaller person), quickly backed off, and shuffled out of the hallway. Then, acting as if he just forgot he'd had a brief temper-tantrum, the feline smoothly asked his mate, "-You were about to say, sweetie?" Goresky, slack-jawed and stunned from the scene, coughed, "-Uhhh... I... forgot-"
Once they got to their room, Goresky excused himself to have a quick shower (as he'd been working earlier), leaving Jacque on the bed, to ponder his distressing thoughts for awhile. After a bit, knowing his boyfriend would be out soon, the feline placidly undressed and waited in the bed for him to return. He tried to convince himself that this would put him in a better mood. It HAD to. Right? But when Goresky came out, and laid beside him, Jacque couldn't make himself turn around to face him. He just laid there, curled and rigid, like he was in some sort of fetal position. He should've known this sort of thing couldn't be FORCED! The warthog sensed his partner's discomfort. Perhaps he'd have to make the first move then, even thought this night had originally been Jacque's idea. Goresky leaned over, up against him, and ran his hand over the feline's shoulder, his hips and belly, and started down inwards to his thighs, which was when Jacque couldn't take it anymore. Flinching, he shoved Goresky's hand off and snapped, "-Quit it!" Just... just stop it!" The warthog went pink-faced. Now he knew for SURE something was wrong. Frowning in concern, Goresky sat up with a start, and questioned, "-Okay, that's it... mind telling me what's going on here?" The feline shook his muzzle. "-It's nothing... nothing... just... none of your business!" he snarled, brutesquely. His partner was understandably astounded by this reply. He plopped back down onto his pillow. "-None of my business..." he echoed. "Right... I'm only someone who LOVES you, CARES about you, and wants to HELP, and you say it's 'none of my business'?" Right... that's about as clear as bullshit!" Jacque winced in remorse at these words, realizing how wrong his explanation had sounded. So much for trying not to hurt Goresky's feelings; he'd just accomplished 'asshole-ousity' all the same. "-Now wait a sec, I didn't mean it like that!" The warthog narrowed his eyebrows, none too convinced. "-Oh?" "-I... just... well..." the lynx-caracal stammered in confusion of how to wriggle his way out of this. "-Well?" Spill it!" Goresky pressed. It was obvious that he was sick of being left in the dark; especially now since it was interrupting something so important as their intimacy. "-I'm... just... tired, is all... I'm sorry," Jacque fumbled out, lacking in any real good excuses at the moment. His partner frowned darkly. "-Uh huh... yeah... tired... right!" Last time I checked, 'tired' was the excuse you made when you have no energy, can hardly form words and fall asleep in the middle of sex." Not when you're acting like a complete jackass, shouting at people twice your size and telling your sex partner than you're not in the mood!" You always did suck at lying, Jacque, did you know that?" Angrily, the warthog turned sharply onto his other side, facing away from his boyfriend. There was a long, searing silence. Finally, Goresky added with a snarl, "-Why'd you bother even come here with me then?" You might as well've just blown me off." The feline's ears flattened, defensively. "-I came for YOU, so you wouldn't think I was pulling something on you!" I didn't want to hurt your feelings!" "-Well if THAT was the case, then you failed miserably, either way!" his mate snapped. Seeing that he was making Goresky more furious with him by the second, Jacque lowered his tone to a more meek and pleading one, as he tried to explain himself. "-Goresky, please try to understand me-" "-Oh, don't worry, I understand perfectly well; I'm a VERY understanding person, right?" the warthog seethed through his teeth. "Let's say, I make this easier for both of us and just leave now?" He whipped off his side of the bed covers, and rose to his feet. He didn't care that he was walking around in the nude (not like Jacque hadn't seen it before...), as he snatched up garments of clothing. "-Goresky, can't you let me explain?" Jacque begged. The warthog had his boxers on, and started tugging on his pants, as he griped, "-What's there left to explain?" I think I've gotten a clear enough idea of what's on your mind here and-" "-It's not YOU, Goresky, it's BULLSEYE!" the feline suddenly blurted out, before thinking of how his words would affect. Goresky, who had just been about to pull his top on, halted and let the shirt fall from his grasp. He slowly blinked. "-Come again?" The lynx-caracal freezed up, nervously. "-Erp... guhh... uhmmm-" was all he could get out of his mouth. The warthog stared, intensely. "-Does this, by any way, have something to do with your and Bullseye's 'alone time' at lunch, earlier?" Jacque gnawed on his lower lip. "-Maybe... sorta... kinda... yes!" he flinched, cursing his truthfulness. Why couldn't he lie in a believing matter? Damn his conscience! Knowing he'd finally struck a cord, Goresky seated himself on the floor, near the bedside. "-Continue," he ordered. And so, the feline proceeded to spill his guilt-ridden heart out. Despite the warthog's opposite facing direction, he listened to every word that came out of Jacque's ranting mouth, without protest. He winced in irritation upon hearing Bullseye's abominable behaviour and handling of the situation. So his worst fear had come true! Part of his brain, however, was rather 'I told you so' about it, considering he knew his triplet brother well (despite the eleven year separation between) and this was a very Bullseye way of dealing with. Some might've thought this highly unlikely; previously knowing someone for five years, and still knowing who they were, how they thought and acted, over a decade later. Maybe it was the whole fact that they were triplet brothers; certain people said that twins shared some sort of a spiritual bond, from having shared the same uterus for such a time and same day of birth and all... why should triplets be any different? Who knows. Whatever it was, Goresky had reluctantly saw it coming, and was not pleased at having it confirmed. After Jacque had finished, the warthog continued to sit there, silently, cursing to himself in thought. The lynx-caracal, finally not being able to take the silence any longer, in all its nerve-racking glory to his paranoid mind, squeaked, "-Well?" Goresky?" His boyfriend rubbed his face and coughed. "-Well... that explains it, then," he muttered, outloud. "I mean geesh... what was I thinking?" What made me even ponder that Bullseye would take this seriously?" What a fucking joke... I should've known better." Since when have sex-obsessed assholes ever gotten along with gay people?" Honestly... GOD, I'm such an idiot-" Goresky raked agitated fingers through his ruffled mane, in coarse ferocity. "I mean... I just wanted two important people in my life to get along... is that such an unreasonable request?" "-Of course not!" Jacque insisted. "Everyone wants that... and it makes sense." I wish I could do that for you, hun, you know that!" But frankly, if that's how Bullseye's going to be, then I have a feeling pretending to be nice to him'll just trigger the flames of hate." He frowned at the thought. "But you know what?" He just happens to be the brother of you; the love of my life, so I guess I'll just have to learn to deal, if I'm going to survive in this family of yours." It was a very bold and nice statement, but it didn't have quite the effect on Goresky as Jacque had hoped it would. "-That's very big of you to say that, Jacque." I appreciate it." He meant it, but his tone was still extremely mellow and bland, which told his mate that he was still ticked with something. "-Then what's still wrong here, Goresk?" he inquired. "I mean, I told you everything..." There was a brief pause. Goresky crossed his arms. "-I just find it rather annoying how you presented this whole matter," he sighed. "I mean, come on Jacque!" I thought we were a couple with HONESTY between us... why didn't you level with me sooner?" Jacque lowered his head, shamefaced. "-I just... didn't want you to feel torn between me and Bullseye... I mean, I'm your boyfriend!" "-And he's my brother," the warthog added. "I know... I get it..." He leaned his head back on the edge of the bed, with another sigh. It WAS very tug-of-war situation here. His youngest triplet brother from birth... or his best friend, now lover? One of the worst pairs to pick from, since there was much history and importance on each side. On one hand, he could say blood was everything, and toss Jacque aside, and on the other, he could say love meant the world, and to hell with Bullseye; siblings were born to hate and rival each other anyways. But then again... Goresky wasn't that kind of guy. He went on dwelling on this messy situation, as his boyfriend stared at him, intensely. Now that he'd gotten everything off his chest, and was here, in this room, still naked in the bed, and Goresky was sitting there, half-dressed, the feline hybrid was now in the mood for making up. Seeing that his partner was now the indifferent one, he knew he'd have to start it up. He could do that. "-You know... I'm getting a bit cold in here," Jacque hinted, twirling blanket folds in his fingers. Goresky blinked, boredly; not taking the bait. He was no better at being able to act intimate when he was in a distressed way either. "-That's nice; if I see someone to keep you company, I'll let you know," he offered. His boyfriend drew his face into a silly pout. "-Goresky... are you gonna stay mad at me all night?" "-I could," the warthog replied, dully. The more he resisted, the more Jacque longed for him. "-Goreskyyy-" he whined, curling his lip. "Come into bed with me... pleeease?" "-Not in the mood," Goresky grunted. A nice little switch of roles. Jacque sighed, in exasperation, "-We don't have to have sex; we can just cuddle." "-Not in the mood for that either," his mate grumbled. No way, not after Jacque had snapped at him earlier to cut it out, when Goresky had been trying to fondle him up. What made him think that he'd get action so scot-free? Seeing that his begging charms were useless on the belligerent warthog, the lynx-caracal flopped onto his kneeled up legs, in a dramatic matter and cried, "-Oh Goresky, you little drama queer!" What do I have to do, to turn that frown upside down?" Knowing that Jacque wouldn't give up until he caved, the warthog relented, "-Alright, alright!" If it's the only way to get you to shut up!" He scuffled under the blankets, as Jacque mused, "-Not quite what I was looking for, but hey, it worked!" He snuggled onto Goresky's arm and the right side of his chest. Goresky himself, just lay slumped on his back, gazing at the ceiling with what little interest he had in his current state; not really caring for the affection, but seeming a tad less nettled by things. After a few minutes of quiet, Jacque said softly, as he ran his fingertips along Goresky's chest and rubbed his leg against Goresky's thigh, "-Maybe you'd be more comfortable if you took off your pants..." "-Actually, I'm quite comfortable as I am, thank you," his boyfriend responded, flatly. Shaking his muzzle, the feline sat up, and started crawling on top of Goresky. "-Okay... so you're playing hardball with me, is that it?" Well I'm game then... how's this for a strategy: I'm either gonna let you take off the trousers on your own... ooor I'm just gonna have to tear them off with my teeth." Or! for a third kinky option, I'll just roll you onto your stomach, pull them down halfway, and ride you like Seabiscuit." What do you think?" "-That this conversation is doing nothing for me," the warthog answered, blandly. The lynx-caracal's lips twitched into a cunning grin. "-That so?" Well that's funny... from my position over your crotch, I seem to be sensing a member movement that suggests otherwise." Goresky's cheeks flushed pink. "-Hormones." Not me," he muttered, cross at not being able to control himself. "-Oooho, I don't know; methinks little Hugo's hankering for a handjob," Jacque purred, pleasantly, knowing that Goresky (who was more straight than gay, in the sense that his member had more influence than his brain did on his sexual motives) was melting under the sexual tension. The warthog griped, "-Fiiine... do what you want!" Just don't expect me to do anything, except lay here." It was a pitiful lie, but knowing that letting Goresky have the last say would knock down the last border, Jacque shrugged simply, "-Alright then... whatever you like, baby."
It worked like a charm. Within two minutes, Goresky's bottoms were long gone, and the pair were stress-free, rapturous and making love. When they were spent and tired, the two cuddled in each others' arms and lightly chatted about little things, in the sweetness of the moment. Then, to surprise Jacque, Goresky questioned randomly, "-So... what do you think we should wear?" The lynx-caracal blinked, inquiringly at this. "-Wear what for where?" The warthog smiled, broadly. "-At the club, this week with the guys... what else?" His mate rolled his eyes. "-Our usual clothes?" Goresky shook his muzzle, patronizingly. "-Gave up so soon?" What happened to the drag idea of yours, hun?" Jacque stared at him. "-Didn't we JUST get into a fight about this a few days ago?" he asked, confused. "I thought you said-" "-To hell with what I said, Jacq-kins," his boyfriend mused. "One, you're right; it's been so long since we've had that kind of fun together, and two, considering he told you off when I told him to be nice, I think Bullseye's earned some well-deserved brotherly embarrassment." It'll kill him and I'll enjoy every second of it." The feline's face lit up with excitement. "-You really mean it, sweetie?" "-I sure do," the warthog beamed. "I expect you to have something absolutely ravishing by Thursday."
