Kitty – Chapter 6

Bob was pretty comfy to sleep on, he didn't snore or anything, and he smelled good too; like lemons. I nuzzled in to his neck, tail coming up to lay across us both, smiling when I felt his fingers trailing along it.

I was so content, I barely noticed that Bob was in fact talking to someone, someone that wasn't me.

I cracked open an eye, peering over Bob's shoulder to see Gee, right ankle on left knee, sketch pad laying across the makeshift table. He was tapping a, very familiar, pair of sunglasses on the corner of the book and almost-maybe glaring at Bob.

"Um…hey Gerard?" my tail curled tighter around the body in front of me.

"Mikey." he nodded, eyes flicking to me then back at Bob.

I sensed no good could come of that look.

"T-this is Bob, he ah-"

"Oh, I know. He told me," his eyes never leaving Bob's, "and hey, Bob?"

"Yeah?"

"If you hurt even one hair on my sweet, baby brother's head, I will kill and eat you." his smile looked more like bared teeth than merriment, "Not necessarily in that order."

"Okay." I gotta give him credit, I would have been scared shitless by that look; If Gee were directing it at me.

My brother nodded, ripped off the top page in his sketch book and folded it up, setting it on the nightstand; sunglasses neatly on top.

"Well, Pat should be here any minute." he said, standing up and brushing charcoal darkened fingers off on his pants. "Mom and dad will be gone all week for business, so I expect you both at dinner."

Then he flounced, yes flounced, out; not-really-but-almost slamming the door.

"Well, I think that went well…?" I snuggled into Bob's side, licking his shoulder.

"Don't mind Gee, he's like that with everybody." Bob shrugged, untangling my messy hair with his fingers.

This was surprisingly not as awkward as it should be. Bob seemed perfectly fine with just laying there naked with me, not even doing anything; just lounging around. He did ask once if we were ever gonna get dressed, I had blushed 'cause I kinda forgot that normal people don't spend the day naked. But then he kissed my nose and all other thoughts flew right out the window.

The sketch Gee did was, of course, the most beautiful thing ever. It was soft and filled with the kind of detail that makes emotions rise up, 'cause you could feel the fucking love. It also didn't hurt that Bob looked very good naked, even if it was a bit creepy for my brother to be drawing us nude and cuddly.

I had to put pants, and a hat, on eventually though; what with Patrick being over and all. Bob got dressed too, something that made me sad. He let me brush his hair, as I sat in his lap, listening to some random band that really didn't matter 'cause Bob had my full attention.

It was kinda like he had me under a spell, one that suddenly made me the most clingy, love-sick kittyboy in the world. I shouldn't be this attached so soon to a person, this type of thing was supposed to happen over a long period of time; not after half a date and some quick, spur of the moment boylove.

I let Bob pick out my hat, shamelessly staring at his ass as he bent over my hat drawer (yes I have a hat drawer, it keeps things organized).

"Here, this one will bring out your pretty hazel eyes."

I took the green knit cap, cheeks probably tinged pink.

"Thanks." he smiled, kissing the side of my mouth and running a hand down my side, making gooseflesh arise.

Patrick and Gerard were both at the table already, riffling through many white cartons of Chinese food. The smell made my stomach growl and I pulled Bob over to a couple vacant chairs.

"Hi Mikey, is this Bob?" Patrick asked, I nodded, glaring at my brother over a box of sweet and sour something.

Gee just smiled, pecking his boyfriend on the cheek and feeding him a snow pea. It didn't distract him very well though, and Patrick was soon asking questions again; ones Bob answered in his quiet voice. He had scooted his chair closer to mine, rubbing my thigh under the table.

The doorbell interrupted the talk about half and hour later, and I jumped to go answer. Anything to get away from Gee's creepy smile and Patrick's, only slightly less creepy, questions.

I did not expect to see Frank on the other end of that annoying jingle.

"Mikeyway!" I was also not prepared for the more-tackle-than-hug that had me on the floor in front of the open door.

Frankie had this smug look on his face as he eyed me up and down from his place on my stomach.

"Is that a hickey, Mikeykins? Did my clever plan work? I bet it did, I so gave Bob your address so he could come here and sex you up. It worked, didn't it?" I pushed him off me, climbing back to my feet.

"Shut up Frankie," he glared, following me up, hands on hips.

I broke after about three seconds of that look, I had no constitution when it came to Frank's looks.

"Okay fine, so maybe he came over," I huffed, staring off to the right, "and maybe I was naked when he showed up," Frank grinned, I saw it out of the corner of my eye.

"And…?" I huffed again, shifting my gaze to the other wall, mumbling under my breath.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you?"

"I said, 'none of your damn business.'" he glared again, but it was hidden behind a perverted gleam, "Come in, if you want some take out."

It was more to distract Patrick, bring in new people and his attention shifted quite suddenly, than a thank you. But he could think what he wanted. Frank followed me to the table and commandeered the chow mien box from my brother's hand and digging into it with his fingers.

"I'm staying over Mikeyway," Frank announced, bursting into my room.

I had been under the impression the little prick had left already, hence why my hands were down Bob's pants and I was sans clothing already. I tried to hide behind Bob, but it was no use.

"Dude, is that a tail?" his eyes were wide and I cringed, gripping at Bob's upper arm.

"That is so fucking cool!" Frank dashed around my cover, trying to get a better look. I dodged him though, and we ran a few circuits around Bob before he grabbed us both by the neck.

"Stop, you're making me dizzy."

"But-"

"No, Frank. You can't touch him."

"But-" he flailed his arms around

"No."

I latched on to Bob's side, smiling into his shoulder.

Frank pouted, but it was useless, Bob was impervious.

"Fine, be that way. But I'm still staying over." he crossed his arms,

I rolled my eyes,

"Then go sleep on the couch, Frankie." I seriously wanted to be alone with Bob right now, reward him for resisting the short boy and his pouts of doom.

"Fine, I will." he sniffed, stalking to the still-open door, turning around at the last second, "But I'll be naked, just so you know."

Whatever, it was his fault if he got perved on by my brother and his boyfriend. Frank really had to work on his revenge techniques, 'cause seriously, that couch has seen more naked flesh than I care to think about.

Bob pulled me down on the bed, door safely closed once more, tucking me against his side. I twirled a finger around his nipple, sighing,

"What is it baby?" he asked, rubbing behind my ear,

Damn my low self esteem, the day had been going to well. A safe little bubble where we could both live, forever happy and nude. But everything had caught up with me, and I realized that the outside world still existed and that maybe Bob was just using me, like Gee probably thought.

I'd hate that. Beyond hate, really, a deep loathing that would eat away at me until I was nothing more than a bloody heap at the bottom of a bathtub.

I need to stop thinking like that.

"Why are you here, Bob?" I couldn't look at him, not while I was ruining the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Seriously?" I nodded, still tracing with my fingers, he was quiet for a few seconds.

"Well, I don't know…"

"O-oh." the breath caught in my throat, and I had a hard time holding back the tears.

Then a hand was trailing down my side, kneading at my hip and petting my hair with the other.

"But, I'll tell you what I think." his vice was quiet and soft, relaxing me with just the vibrations of it through his chest.

"I think I really like you Mikey. That you put up this shy, standoffish front, but under it there's the sweetest guy I've ever known. That even though I only met you a few weeks ago, I feel like I've know you all my life. You've barely said three words to me in all that time, but I see how you react to the things I do. And that you really are just trying to protect yourself, and you have no idea how awesomely happy I feel right now, that you let me though that door."

"You kinda barged in." was all I could manage, hiding my face in his shoulder again.

But he lifted it up, smiled and kissing the tears from the corner of each eye; before laying a soft, chaste one on my lips.

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me to leave." his eyes were bright and shining, "You could have, and I would've gone. But you didn't." another, deeper kiss,

"That's why I'm here Mikey Way."

I smiled up at him, snuggling further into his side.

"I'm glad you are, Bob."

He smirked, the hand on my hip moving to squeeze my ass,

"Plus you're uber hot."

I squeaked, smacking his arm, but I was still smiling; probably wouldn't stop for a long time.

The next morning, breakfast could have been more awkward, but not by much. Frank was sitting (naked) in a chair at the table, eating my Fruity Pebbles. That I could handle, considering I had Bob next to me and the box of cereal was basically still full. But, Frankie, once more proving the extent of his manwhoreness, was sitting between my brother and Patrick. Looking decidedly sexed and being fed alternating spoonfuls of multicolored, soggy mush by both of them.

Yeah, not the image I needed to see second thing in the morning, first being naked Bob so that was good. But still, I could barely hold down my own bowl of sugar flakes.

It fell on me to drive us to school, and to pry the new toy away from the perverted hands of my brother and his boyfriend (with lots of struggling on Frankie's part). It was even harder to get him dressed again, I think the boy liked being naked more than I did.

I got everything sorted out eventually though, Frank forcibly buckled in or not, and drove us out. There was a beat up old Jeep in the driveway, that I assumed was Bob's, and it made me smile. I now had an excuse to bring him back here, not that I needed one, but still.

I think things are gonna turn out all right for me, or at least not as lonely as I thought they would be. Bob's warm hand on my thigh as I drove no small indicator.

"Aw man, Mikey, I fucking love your house." Frank piped up from the back seat.