This chapter features everyone's favorite Delphicoracle-Cat as a guest artist (Woop woop!) and contains content of the sexual variety.
How long had it been? Too long, clearly, since Pouncival was losing track. It was easy to lose track of time, in the hospital. Days and nights ran together. Weeks passed slowly. Or did they pass quickly?
Five weeks. No, no, that was just since Pouncival got out of the hospital.
Six weeks. Six weeks since the accident.
Or was it seven?
"Come on, Pouncival, let us take you to dinner," Jennyanydots begged. "We can meet your mother and your brother somewhere. You deserve it."
"Thank you, Jenny," Pouncival replied. "Really, I appreciate it, but…" He trailed off, looking back at Tumblebrutus, who was still, after all this time, asleep.
Jennyanydots sighed heavily, looking hopelessly at her son. "Just let me know, if you change your mind. The doctor says he's stable, so Skimble and I are going to spend the night at home with Electra. She needs it. Pouncival."
"Hm?"
The queen laid a hand on the young tom's shoulder. "Don't feel like you have to stay, because we're not here. Like, I said, he's stable. Isn't that right, doctor?"
Dr. Felixtel was just entering the room. "That's right. We haven't seen much of a change in his condition recently, but what little we have seen has been positive."
Jennyanydots kissed Pouncival's head. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." Then, she kissed her comatose son on the forehead before exiting the room.
"It's your birthday?" Dr. Felixtel asked Pouncival.
Pouncival flinched. He had been so busy staring at that spot on the speckled floor tile that looked mysteriously like a dick that he forgot that the doctor was in the room. "Yes," he replied.
"Well, happy birthday! How old are you, kit?"
"Twenty-one."
"Twenty-one?" Dr. Felixtel finished checking his patient's IV drip and sat down in the chair next to Pouncival. "Well, you can't spend your twenty-first birthday sitting around a hospital."
Pouncival smiled bitterly. "What else would I do? Go have my first drink by myself? That sounds fun."
"Of course not," Dr. Felixtel said, an element of resolve present in his voice. "My shift is over in five minutes. I'll take you."
Pouncival was taken aback. "What?"
"Come on, Pouncival. You've been here almost every day for eight weeks." – Oh, so it had been eight weeks – "I feel like we can consider ourselves friends, at this point. You're a good tom, and I hate to see you sitting around this hospital on your twenty-first birthday."
"But-"
"No buts." Dr. Felixtel stood up, offering Pouncival his paw. "Doctor's orders."
Pouncival didn't know what to say. It wasn't every day he had gorgeous toms telling him what to do. Well…not since the accident. He chuckled, in spite of himself.
Fine.
What did he have to lose?
"Wait, wait, wait. You've been a doctor for…"
"Three years."
Pouncival snorted and burst into hysterical laughter.
Okay, so his alcohol tolerance was pretty low. He would realize that in the morning, when he stopped thinking the word "three" was just hilarious.
"Pouncival." Felixtel reached over in an attempt to grab Pouncival's hand that turned into a sloppy slap on the leg. "I think you're drunk."
"So are you."
"I'm tipsy. Not drunk."
Pouncival burst into laughter again. "What?" his new friend asked.
"Tipsy," Pouncival repeated, laughing until no more sound came out. Suddenly, he caught his breath and grabbed Felixtel's shoulder. "Has anyone ever told you," he said, barely beginning to slur his words, "that you're really, fucking hot."
The two stared at each other in silence for several long seconds before they both burst into laughter.
"Oh, Everlasting." Pouncival suddenly went silent, again. "A drunk cat killed my tomfriend."
Felixtel laughed some more. "Your tomfriend's not dead, Perchival."
Pouncival smiled. "That's not my name."
"Pouch…Pounci…what's your name?"
"Susan."
Another bout of laughter.
"Pouncival, do you- Do you want something else to drink?"
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Doctor?"
Felixtel smirked. "Maybe."
The rest of this chapter was written by Delphicoracle-Cat. Enjoy!
Another drink turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into some number Pouncival couldn't quite recall because counting had become an exotic skill in his current state. By that time, an equally-tipsy Felixtel decided to call it a night and then call a taxi, and with the two supporting each other they made it into the taxi.
Pouncival watched the city go by. His head was trying to clear itself, not nearly enough for him to be considered sober, but enough for the heat of guilt to start prickling at his mind again. Before he could give the thoughts any form, Felixtel's voice intruded on his mind as his paw intruded on Pouncival's thigh.
"Hey… hey Susan," Felixtel said. He still had a slight slur to his speech. "You're not passed out, are you?"
"No," Pouncival mumbled. The paw on his thigh had his attention now. He smiled despite himself, despite his drunken state. This was nice. He missed this. He missed nice things. He missed…
A second later and he was cuddled up to Felixtel, his head on the doctor's shoulder, his paws awkwardly grasping his chest. He purred and snuggled closer as Felixtel, his body rigid for a moment, relaxed and placed his own paws around Pouncival's body.
"Do you… want the taxi to drop you off at your place first, or…" Felixtel asked with hesitation.
Pouncival shook his head. "Don't want to go back home. Your place."
Pouncival couldn't have said who started it. Only that, by the time they'd thrown some manner of currency at the taxi driver and stumbled inside Felixtel's home, they were wrapped around each other, kissing heatedly. The effects of the alcohol made it a sloppy affair, with teeth clinking and tongues dueling messily, but it felt good, and it was enough to clear Pouncival's mind of whatever had been fighting for attention back in the taxi. Felixtel was nice. This felt good, so it had to be a good idea.
"Pounce…. Pouncival, maybe we should…" Felixtel began to speak, but his words dissolved into a moan as Pouncival groped at his crotch and found him hardening already.
We definitely should… Pouncival thought, and a moment later his lips were on Felixtel's, and his paws were in Felixtel's fur, and his hips were moving of their own accord as he ground his erection against the doctor's hip. We definitely should…
For a moment he couldn't seem to remember if they were standing or lying down, and he got his answer as his thrusts got a little too insistent and he managed to knock Felixtel off-balance. They tumbled to the floor and narrowly avoided hitting the doctor's coffee table.
Pouncival rolled onto his back, giggling.
"Are you okay?" Felixtel asked, crawling on top of him.
"You're a doctor, you can fix me."
Soon he was as drunk on laughter as he was on booze and it seemed like a terrific idea to pull Felixtel on top of him, spread his thighs, and open his mouth for another kiss, clinging to the one good feeling he'd had in months, even though through the haze of lust and alcohol he wasn't quite sure why he'd been feeling so sad in the first place.
"Can I…?" Felixtel's voice was soft against his ear, and his erection was hard as it pressed against Pouncival's entrance.
Pouncival moaned, moved his hips to give the other tom better access, and nodded his assent before they kissed again, slower this time, struggling for breath as Felixtel slowly penetrated him. It burned but it burned so good, pleasure chasing pain until he felt whole, wrapped in Felixtel's arms with hot, heaving breath against his cheek, until each thrust and the paw stroking his erection brought him closer and closer to the sweet release he'd been craving for ages. When he came with a warm rush of pleasure, he made a choked cry and held on even tighter to the warm body on top of him.
Felixtel suddenly shuddered against him, spreading sticky heat inside him with a breathy, "Oh, Pouncival…" before relaxing on top of him.
His body was happy, his fur was messy, and his mind was foggy, and as Pouncival's eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction, he smiled and purred against Felixtel's neck.
And the words we definitely should stop blurred on the edge of his mind before he fell asleep.