Grizzly Science #2: Unlikely Friends (Ch. 2)

Chapter 2
In between bites, Grant managed to get the whole story out from Vince.

Vince had spoken of his parents who were loving and caring, and then cold and distant the moment he had come out to them several months ago.

He had lost his job and apartment the week later -- due to a rumor that he slept with men.
His friends tried to help but they couldn't support themselves and him at the same time, and the job market had declined enough that he couldn't find a job.

It was another half hour before Vince had enough to eat, and finally pushed the plate back. He groaned, feeling stuffed to the gills. He was surprised that Grant kept cranking out food to feed him.
As it was, he was feeling the effects of the food -- lethargic and relaxed.

Grant took the plate, and put it in the sink to be washed tomorrow. He turned around to see Vince nearly asleep, and shook his head.

He shook the younger man's shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. "Vince? You wanted a shower?"

Vince mumbled softly and blinked -- his eyes were unfocused when he opened them to look at Grant. His smile grew wistful and lopsided.

Grant chuckled and pulled on the young man's arms to get him to his feet, and was surprised when Vince nearly collapsed. "Dammit. Wake up, Vince."

Vince purred softly as muscular arms held him. He then snapped his eyes open fully, as he realized the muscle god was holding his weight by his arms. He flushed and stumbled to his feet without too much effort. "Er... I'm sorry." His legs felt weak and wobbly.

Grant chuckled. "Um... it's fine. You overate... I think your system's gone into temporary shock. You'll be fine in the morning."

He was inwardly disturbed by his own reactions -- he had started to feel warmer and even more twitchy the moment he caught and held Vince in his hands. His dick had suddenly bloomed into a instant erection and strained his pants.

Willing the nanites to temporarily soften his raging dick hadn't worked immediately, but it had worked after four failed attempts. He wondered if he really had control over it. That was a rather disturbing thought that ran through his mind for a moment, before Vince began to apologize.
It had helped that Vince was smelling a bit ripe at the moment to lessen his attraction.

Vince nodded, a blush reddening his cheeks. "Probably. It was so easy to just doze off after eating all that..."

Grant smiled. "No biggie. Will you be okay?"

Vince chuckled quietly. "Yeah."

Grant finally let go, and was surprised to feel the slightest bit of reluctance in doing so.

He spoke gruffly now. "I suppose you should take your shower. It's this way." He led Vince to the bathroom, and let him wander inside.

"Get undressed and start the shower, and I'll grab a towel and rag for you."

Vince nodded, and closed the bathroom door before starting to peel off his filthy clothes.

Grant turned away and dug out a relatively big towel, and a rag, then opened the door not expecting anything.

"Here..."

He stopped in shock taking in a half-naked Vince. There was a clear line of dirt around Vince's neck and the rest of him was pale white, and dark fur spread throughout his chest, rounded paunch, and forearms.

He had a relatively small paunch, with a vaguely developed chest -- as if he dabbled in working out, or did some exercise somewhere.

Grant coughed to cover up his staring then handed the towel and rag over to Vince.

Vince reacted with sudden shyness and embarrassment, nearly clutching his shirt with white knuckles in front of his chest. He did manage to catch the towels, with a timid smile. Vastly relieved that Grant ducked his head out immediately, it gave him the chance to breathe.

He hoped that Grant hadn't seen his erection outlined in his pants. The signs were there that it was possible that Grant was interested in him, but he didn't want to take the chance that he was entirely wrong with his gaydar.

Grizz's was a popular gay bar 'n grill, yes, but some did go there for just the food.

* * *

Grant took a moment to breathe deeply and exhale sharply once the bathroom door was closed again behind him. His dick ached in his pants, once hard again.

His thoughts muttered traitorous thoughts and fantasies ran through his mind, nearly making him turn around to ravage Vince.

Gotta take the damned edge off -- the nanites won't let me calm down!

He turned into the bedroom and shut the door firmly before yanking his pants down.

His dick throbbed madly, as he groped it through his boxer briefs with a stifled grunt of pleasure. His lust rose to an unimaginable height, sweeping him into a fantasy where he began hungrily kissing Vince down his front.

That was all his dick needed as it splashed his seed inside his underwear. He stiffened upward, and his back arched, as his climax shattered throughout his body. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. 

Grant gasped for air as his dick softened slowly, and his orgasm subsided into relaxation.

Damn... Now I've made a mess...

He grimaced at the gooey mess seeping through the underwear, and pulled his pants off fully. His underwear came off second, and was used as a rag to clean himself completely.

Grant ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes with a soft sigh for a moment, then rummaged through his dresser for another pair of underwear.

* * *

Vince stilled his washing for a moment. He thought he heard a moan, and turned the shower off for a second. Silence greeted his ears, and with a shrug, he turned the shower back on. Resuming his lathering of his body, he sighed blissfully.

It had been at least a week since he had a proper shower, with hot water, and all. He'd been trying to use moist towelettes to clean himself occasionally, but they only worked for a short time before he was filthy again.

Plus, how did you clean your skin when you had enough fur to prevent it from cleaning your skin properly?

It also had been quite a while since he had sex, as he began to lather his privates. He started thinking about Grant, and how massive and studly he was. He started absent-mindedly stroking his dick, making it swell to a semi-hard state.

His head touched the back wall of the shower, as his hand began to stroke a bit more firmly.

His mind conjured up images of Grant slowly stripping, and teasing him with soft kisses.

His cock hardened even further, while he moaned, his hand flying up and down.

Vince's next thoughts were of Grant pushing him to the bed, and forcing his butt in the air, then forced him to stay there while he roughly fucked him in a bestial manner.

His voice was moaning softly, "Oh fuck, oh fuck..."

Sperm flew up and hit the wall, and he had to bite back his loud moan while his free hand clenched into a fist. His orgasm had drug out waves of blissful sensations out through his dick.

As his dick spurted the last glob, he groaned in exhaustion.

Gasping deeply, he held himself up by pressing his palms on the shower wall. Vince felt a bit of dizziness pass through him, then his mental balance righted itself a second later. Taking a deep breath in the steamy shower stall, he stood up fully after a few moments, and started to rinse himself off. He had really needed that release, but he wished that his fantasies had been real... 

* * *

Grant had taken very little time in redressing -- he only had to find another pair of undies, and put them along with his pants on again. He made his way back into the living room, and stared at the clock -- it was almost time for Brent to return home.

He took another cigar out of the case, and lit it, feeling the smoke relax him. Sucking softly at the stogie, he closed his eyes for a few moments feeling the lightly euphoric feeling of the cigar thread through his entire body.

He heard a car pull into the driveway, then sat up, and stuck his cigar in his mouth. He then leaped to his feet, feeling much relieved and happier. He recognized the sound of Brent's car.

He walked quickly toward the front door.

Brent entered their house, and smiled as he saw Grant coming to greet him. What he didn't expect was the enthusiasm of it.

Grant yanked his cigar out of his mouth and squeezed Brent for all that he was worth, and nuzzled his cheek. "Mmm..." He was so happy to see Brent, that he felt halfway guilty all at once.

Brent let himself be hugged to death, enjoying the big bear's arms around him. "Mmmm yourself. What's up?"

Grant pulled back and scratched his beard with his fingers, faintly blushing. "I missed you."

Brent chuckled warmly, then grew serious as he heard water running. "Um... is someone in the shower?"

Grant looked slightly guilty and obviously uncertain. "Um, yes. About that...I found this person rummaging through my trash... He ran into me at Grizz's while I was picking up takeout for us, and I kinda invited him in for the night..." He was tense -- he didn't want his lover to get the wrong idea.

Brent frowned. "A bum is taking a shower?"

Grant shrugged, then nodded. "Yeah."

The shower stopped running, and Vince stepped out, walking to the living room clad only in a long white towel, then froze.

Brent stared at the person feeling hot and irrational jealousy run through him. "Grant, did you fuck him?" 

Grant stared at his lover in incredulity. His cheeks flamed as he blustered out, "No! I didn't..."

Vince felt the tension in the room, and forced a smile on his face. "Hi. I'm Vince. You both could have me." He blinked as he realized what he had said, and so wished he could take that back that moment, as his cheeks pinked.

Brent stared at Vince with red-faced silence feeling his temper rise before the towel-clad man spoke again.

Vince's expression was apologetic all at once. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't come here for that -- at least not at first -- he was just being a nice guy -- offered me food and a night's sleep on the couch. That's it."

Brent unbent enough to shrug, but he wasn't sure he was willing to trust Vince yet. "I see."

Grant saw this as a way out to a new subject change and took charge, "I'll get your clothes in the wash. Umm, just go in the bedroom, Vince. Brent, would you mind finding a nightshirt or something and a pair of underwear for him?"

He was thanking god that he had the thought to throw his dirty clothes in the washer right after his mess. He just had to pick up Vince's own. Brent sighed, then nodded, leading Vince to the bedroom to find appropriate clothes.

Brent hoped that they wouldn't regret taking this guy in -- he didn't know how far to trust him.

Vince followed Brent into the bedroom and kept quiet. He didn't want to make anyone angry, and thoughts of staying there tonight was making him reconsider. He felt like he should leave, and not bother these two men.

Vince stood, feeling uneasy around Brent. He softly spoke, "...Maybe I should just leave after my clothes are done..."

Brent glanced at him while rifling through Grant's oversized shirts for a long nightshirt. He sighed, feeling an irrational impulse to shove him out the door, then saw Vince's uncomfortable expression. 
"...Are you going to steal something from us to get food?"

Vince blinked at the question, and shook his head emphatically. "No! I never stole anything... other than food from the trash."

Brent didn't comment, but pulled out a grey night-shirt and handed it to Vince. 

"Put it on. I should at least hear your story."

Vince wriggled his arms through the shirt and tugged it on.

As he did that, Brent couldn't help but admire the guy's physique. He was very attractive. He growled mentally at himself, and tried to shake those thoughts. For all he knew Vince was someone who played on attraction, then killed them in their sleep.

Vince murmured a thanks, as Brent tossed him a pair of underwear.

Brent shrugged. "I'll go find some blankets, while you put that on."

Vince nodded quietly. He was surprised that Grant's lover hadn't kicked him out immediately, and also relieved that Brent was slowly becoming willing to have him around.

He still thought he should leave after his clothes were done drying. At least he'd have warm clothes for all of five minutes.

"Right."

Brent left the bedroom and closed the door, then went into the storage closet in another room. He dug out sheet linens, several thick blankets, and a spare pillow they kept for guests.

He returned to the living room, passing Grant putting filthy clothes into the wash, and starting it.

He stopped just past Grant. "...Are you sure about this guy? I mean, we don't know anything about him..."

Grant sighed, and nursed his cigar for a moment without saying anything. "I dunno. He seems like a nice enough chap. He had a chance to nip some cash from me while I was at Grizz's, and he apologized for bumping into me."

Brent was confused. "Um... if he's homeless, what was he doing there?"

Grant rubbed the area between his eyebrows with a finger, feeling slightly tired. "He was making the last of his money last. It was the last one he had tonight -- and it was barely a meal."

Brent frowned, and said no more as he walked to the living room. He set the linens and blankets down on the floor, and proceeded to make the couch into a temporary bed. He couldn't help it -- Vince was an unknown quantity -- he couldn't predict what would happen. But he felt pity for the man, enough to willingly let him sleep here tonight.

* * *

Vince stared at the solid red boxer briefs, wondering what would happen to him tomorrow. Despite his earlier thoughts of leaving that same night, he was afraid to leave.

It was a hard cold world out there. He leaned his head forward into his hands. All he wanted was another chance to make a new start...

After a few minutes of sinking into a light funk, he grunted, then lifted his legs to pull the boxer briefs on. He sat there, with it halfway up his legs, and sighed. He spoke in a whisper. "Here's to you two... if I ever see you again after tomorrow."

He got to his feet, pushing aside the blahness -- there was always time to do that later.
Wriggling the underwear up fully, he was surprised at how comfortable it felt, compared to his regular briefs.

Vince let the nightshirt fall, although he had to tug at it around his midsection to let it drop further.
He studied himself in the mirror, and shrugged. He at least looked appropriately dressed now. Vince ran a hand through his damp, dark brown hair, and exhaled, before leaving the bedroom.

(TBC)

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