Opossum Twenty-Four

Ren had fallen asleep on him while he'd been working on some new crafting recipes in their game. The cat had, of course, jumped up into his lap without permission and made himself perfectly at home against his chest before passing out within seconds.

Thankfully, he wasn't playing with anyone else at that moment and had no plans to start a match anytime soon, so he just let the stubborn thing do what it wanted.

And yet... now he had a very naked man cuddled up in his lap, purring loudly right next to his ear!

Of course, that put his possum on edge, and for the first time in two days, it began to give off little yelps of nervous terror as it paced around his skull.

"You know, I could take advantage of you so easily like this," he said dully as he poked Ian's nose twice, then squeezed it briefly before pressing a button on his controller that triggered a macro to continue crafting what he was working on.

While he was doing that Ian wiggled closer and turned the volume up on his purrs.

Yeah, my bad. You would like it if I took advantage of you, huh?

That hadn't even really been a question. The guy would have probably spread his legs for him even dead asleep.

Rolling his eyes at the thought, Grim reached over towards his bed and grabbed one of his blankets, then quickly got it situated around Ian.

"There, now I won't be tempted to do things to you," he joked with a chuckle as he tapped the macro button on his controller again.

He felt the man move a little here and there before his arms slowly lifted to wrap around his shoulders.

"You... can do anything... to me," Ian whispered, his words deep with sleep.

"Oh?" Grim replied nonchalantly as he pressed the button on his controller again.

While he waited for another response, his phone began to vibrate, making him pick it up after glancing at the name on the screen.

Ammo'sHoe, hah.

As soon as he accepted the call and lifted it to his ear, Harrison began rambling.

"Dude, how do I stop his rabbit from getting into the fridge? He's already eaten a week's worth of lettuce since this morning!"

Grim bit his lips to keep from bursting out laughing!

Rabbit?!

"He's a capybara, and there's not much stopping him unless you're there with him. You could try to get a fridge lock since he's pretty darn stubborn. That's probably going to be your best bet," he replied calmly as he began rubbing his thumb over the blanket covering Ian's waist.

"It doesn't even seem like his human side is there at all when he shifts! I mean, he's only chased me around the house once, when I tried to get him out of the toilet, which was gross, but is he really going to keep opening my fridge?" Harrison asked, almost begging for another solution to his problem.

"Well, why not just take him with you to work? He's a pretty chill capybara. He might do well just hanging around while you train your clients," Grim offered.

Harrison seemed surprised by the idea.

"I... I mean I guess I could? Do you think he would wear a harness? I'm not too comfortable letting him walk freely yet. Especially since I live near a busy road."

And the fact that he's suicidal.

Whether the capy was or not though, he wasn't sure. It was better to be safe then sorry, though.

"He probably will. Just get one that fits comfortably and let him wear it around for a while. You can probably take him to the pet store and even try them on there."

He'd give good money to see Harrison carry Bubba into a pet store, then try to get him to stay still while putting a harness on.

"A-alright, I'll give that a try. Besides that he's been doing pretty well. He's started cleaning houses for good money and after talking a little, he decided to not renew the lease he had on his apartment. We'll figure out a rent thing in the next week or so, but for right now things are going well."

Grim leaned back in his chair and did his best to ignore the warm tongue that was now calmly lapping at his neck.

"That's good. Let me know if you need any help. I can also bring his car over whenever, but it's also fine to just leave here until he decides what he wants to do with it," he added, earning another thanks from Harrison before the guy hung up, seemingly scrambling to stop something that was currently in progress.

Guess Bubba got himself some more lettuce.

Setting the phone down, he now turned his attention to the rough tongue still lapping at his neck.

"Pardon me, but it appears your tongue is licking the wrong area," he joked.

He expected his babe to lean away and blush, but to his surprise, Ian did immediately leaned away... only to drop down between Grim's legs and lick his lips.

"H-hey, behave," Grim grumbled as he pressed a finger to Ian's forehead.

It wasn't that he disliked the guy's blowjobs. Quite the opposite, but he wasn't sure if he could handle more than one a day, and he'd already had one... two hours ago in the shower.

They tended to leave him a melted pile of mush... and in need of another shower, so he didn't want to overdo it.

Why are you looking at me like I'm denying you your favorite snack?

"Come here, babe," he mumbled as he leaned down and took Ian's face in his hands, then pressed their lips together gently but firmly.

The purring started up immediately in response to the kiss, which was to be expected and even made Grim grin.

This fucker is adorable.

"What do you want for dinner, babe?" he asked as he nudged his chair back and stood up, stretching a bit after having sat for so long.

He knew Ian's eyes were on him, especially when his shirt rode up a bit, but he didn't mind. In fact, he'd gotten quite used to the guy's gaze.

"By the way, you is not the correct answer," he added, knowing that Ian would totally go for his junk again if he were given permission.

Grim watched as the young man smirked up at him, wearing nothing but the blanket that had drifted down to bunch up on his bare lap.

"Here, you're going to catch a cold before your tests start," he said as he walked over and grabbed his favorite black sweatshirt and tugged it over Ian's head, then pulled it down around his shoulders until it covered the important bits.

Except, it didn't once the guy stood up.

Damn tall brat.

He quickly tossed Ian a pair of checkered white and blue boxers... also his own, but they would fit well enough... maybe.

"You never said what you want to eat for dinner," he stated as he walked out of the room, foregoing offering Ian any pants. The guy was perfectly capable of getting his own.

"Can we make tacos?" Ian said after a few moments of silence as they both walked out of his room and headed for the kitchen.

Tacos is a decent idea. Can use up some of our extra stuff that's already been cut for previous meals.

He was just reaching for the fridge to begin getting things out when he heard his phone ring again from the other room.

"I'll get it," Ian said, since he was standing right by the hall anyways.

He quickly disappeared, making Grim shrug and turn back around to get their food ready. When he heard Ian's returning footsteps, he held his hand out for the phone while reaching for something that had gotten pushed to the back of the fridge.

When he lifted it to his ear and greeted whoever was on the other end, he was a bit surprised by their response.

"Hello Chester! This is the urgent care clinic, we just wanted to call and check up on your husband, Ian. He sounds like he's doing much better!"

It's been a bit since he was sick...

Still, he appreciated the check-in anyways.

"Thanks for calling, my husband is doing much better now."

He nonchalantly leaned against the counter, watching Ian as he spoke for any kind of reaction.

His eyes widened from surprise, expectedly, but then he noticed something that stole his attention as he hung up the phone, finishing the quick conversation at the same time.

"You didn't put any pants on."

He didn't mind looking at the guy's body now that it was smoothly muscled, but it was a bit cold in his house so that the electric bill wasn't run up too high.

Ian seemed to take a minute to process his words, then look down and confirm what he'd said to be true. When he looked back up, he was all goofy smiles, though.

"Oops, my bad," he said without an ounce of remorse to his words as he slowly turned and walked to his room to find something to wear.

Grim watched him go, confused as to why he was nearly walking in slow motion. Oh well, it gave him a chance to check out the muscles in his ass... he was beginning to look really good.

While he went to do that Grim finished getting their leftover stuff ready and to the table. He didn't bother actually making any tacos yet, since they both liked different things on theirs. Instead, he just brought all the containers and a few utensils so that they could do what they wanted.

When Ian returned a moment after Grim had sat down he was wearing a the pair of fleece pajama pants he'd bought him the other day. The guy barely had enough stuff to get through a week, so he'd slowly been grabbing him things here and there if they looked decently warm or well-fitting.

So far, he hadn't made any mistakes on size, at least.

Soon they were eating rather noisily, thanks to the crunch of the taco shells they were using. He, himself, liked a lot of ground beef and chicken on his tacos, along with a little sour cream and tomatoes, while Ian went closer to the vegetarian route, with only a tiny bit of shredded chicken and a ton of tomatoes, lettuce and cheese.

Working together, they completely polished off all of the remaining leftovers, with Ian having the last few bites of Grim's fifth taco, after he'd gotten too full to finish.

He could faintly hear Ian fanboying over how they'd just shared an indirect kiss because he'd finished off his food, but the thought just made him grin and internally shake his head.

I just kissed you thirty minutes ago and yet you're still getting so excited about sharing food?

The guy was like a high school kid, brimming with excitement about anything that had to do with their crush.

Leaning on one elbow, Grim watched Ian begin to stack up the dishes in preparation to bring them back to the kitchen. He didn't bother helping yet, since he'd brought everything out and set up himself, but that was always fine. They very rarely verbally divvied up the tasks that needed to be done around the house. Instead, they just seemed to understand each other.

Watching him carry the first round of dishes to the sink, Grim leaned back in his chair and followed him with his eyes.

You're his crush.

It was a reminder that he desperately needed to start paying more attention to.

You're leading him on constantly...

Ian knew it. And he knew it.

Internally shaking his head as his possum began to stir, Grim got himself up and walked over to help with the dishes. He was just in the process of finishing filling a sink with soapy water when he suddenly felt his body waver, then drop!

Thankfully, Ian was right beside him and managed to catch his little possum right before it could hit the floor. Of course, it screamed from the surprise of the sudden drop, but as soon as it was snuggled up in Ian's arms, it quickly calmed down... until it saw the bubbly water in front of it!

"Hey there, sweetheart. Want to take a bath?" Ian asked as the little opossum reached excitedly towards the water, squeaking quietly as it did so.

Ian quickly moved the thankfully-less dirty dishes from the soapy sink, then lifted Stevie up over his head with a big smile.

"Ready?!" he questioned right before he playfully lowered his squirming possum halfway into the water.

It immediately gave out an excited cry and kicked its little feet in the warm soapy water, waving its arms and continuing to vocalize, clearly already having the time of its life.

Ian continued to play with it, lifting it up and down while cheering it on with a big smile. He was just setting it back down again when Grim watched fur begin to sprout as feline ears popped up from within Ian's hair.

Soon enough, Ren was perched on the edge of the counter, staring untrustingly down at the little possum standing in the soapy water looking back at him.

Soon, however, Stevie was splashing around in the water again, clearly trying to entice Ren to hop in with him. Unfortunately for him, Ian's cat was definitely not as enthusiastic about water.

Stevie wasn't deterred and quickly inched closer to the edge, then reached out with a soapy paw to try and grab at Ren's fur. It was promptly swatted down, but his other half was evidently just beginning!

Soon Ren was dancing around the sink, avoiding the splashing possum like a fuzzy game of Marco-Polo. Grim was about to start feeling bad for it, since he knew his opossum was being an annoying little shit, but then he realized something that made him relax a bit.

Ren can just jump down if he doesn't want to deal with Stevie.

The cat was intentionally playing with his possum. Or, at least, tolerating it.

Either way, Stevie was having a great time and Ren was humoring him. It was now all in good fun.

His possum is so sweet. I'm glad he...

The thought made Grim smirk, because Ian didn't realize that even though his possum might be acting kind of cute, his cat was truly far more adorable.

They both seemed to simply relax and let their animals play together, not minding anything else until they both froze the moment Ian's phone rang on the counter.

That ring tone doesn't sound familiar.

It seemed like Ren knew it, however, because the cat immediately stopped paying attention to Stevie and bristled, its hackles rising to pinpoints as a low growl started up from its chest.

In fact, Ren seemed so annoyed with the sound that he walked over and swatted the electronic device right off the counter, clearly hoping to silence it once and for all.

Grim internally winced when he heard it hit the floor, but instead of becoming silent, the impact seemed to cause the call to be accepted, because he soon heard a lady's voice that he did remember hearing one other time.

His mom...

"Ian? How dare you ignore me last time and walk away with that other man! You better get your ass home right now before I decide not to let you come back! You ungrateful li—" Grim began to block her out as his possum swam over to the edge of the sink and slowly pulled itself out of its warm bubble bath.

It seemed quite annoyed, too, but then again, he couldn't blame it. It seemed to have been having a great time splashing around in the water.

After a few more wiggles it slid from the counter and splatted onto the floor with a grunted squeak.

"What was that? Ian, why aren't you saying anything? Can you not even talk to your own mother?!"

Stevie shook out his sopping wet coat and waddled over to the phone, his wet paws slipping on the tile here and there.

When he finally got close enough, he nudged the little spot where the microphone was with his nose, then leaned back a little and straightened his shoulders.

Ah, here we go.

Stevie pinned his little ears back.

Three...

Curled the tip of his pink tail.

Two...

Took in a deep breath.

...and one.

His possum leaned down and forward and opened its mouth, letting loose one of its most impressive yells to date!

At first Ian's mom wasn't sure what to do with the startling scream, though once she got a hold of herself, and try as she might, she just couldn't manage to get a single word in over the volume of Stevie's amazing lungs.

Thus, after trying and failing to do so for quite a bit, she abruptly hung up, clearly infuriated but unable to do anything about it.

The moment it heard the sound of her hanging up the call, Stevie quieted, then licked his lips twice for good measure before climbing back up to continue his bubble bath.

Well fuck. Good boy.