Grizzly Science - Ch.12

Chapter 12

Grant tapped at his keyboard, finishing up his work. He was anxious to get the day over with, resisting the urge to peek at the wall clock.

He frowned as he mistyped a number, and hit the backspace key, then redid it properly. Grant's hands paused, hovering over the keyboard, as his thoughts wandered to his favorite subject - Brent. It'd been about five or six months since they met, give or take a few weeks. Grant had come to a realization that he had become more optimistic in his views, and suspected it was largely due to Brent's zest for life. It was hard to remain cynical in the red-head's wake.

His hands resumed typing in the last of the information, then he straightened up against the chair. He smiled to himself, then clicked the mouse pointer over the "OK" box to save his work.
Work had changed from the dragging tedium to moderately tolerable for him. Stretching his arms upward, he felt his back crick slightly from slouching over the keyboard. He sighed in relief as he realized the work day was just about ending.

With barely restrained cheer, he shut the computer down, and punched out near the front doors. He patted his upper trench coat pocket, double-checking that his cigar was still there with a satisfied smile.

As the office doors swung closed behind him, he inhaled the fresh air deeply into his lungs, and smiled with contentment. His hand almost automatically went to his trench coat pocket, then stopped.
It was habit to light one up every time he left work, but several months ago, he had a strange and thrilling discovery...

It had been a stressful day for the burly bear -- where everything had seemed to go wrong -- the computer kept crashing, and the printer wouldn't print or would bunch the ink in one line.


One thing after another became screwed as Grant's temper grew shorter and quicker. It had taken 
Chris several attempts at rebooting before the computer finally decided to behave.


At the end of the day, however, he was desperate for a stogie. Grant reached for it within his pocket and drew it out. Something seemed different today though.


He had studied the cigar with puzzlement, and realized one fundamental difference. His eyes widened in surprise.


He didn't NEED it anymore. He simply wanted it. For the last few months, Grant had been smoking cigars for their pure enjoyment, and habits were hard to break. He grinned, holding the cigar in his fingers.

Returning to the present, he withdrew the stogie from his pocket and took a moment to light it. He sucked at the tip several times to get it going, before resuming his walk home.

Inhaling smoke, his mouth curved into a small smile at the knowledge that he could quit at any time, if he truly wanted, without any side effects.

The walk itself was uneventful, but he was growing more excited about later tonight. He was hopeful that tonight would happen the way he had planned...

Grant walked up the steps of his house, letting himself in, and gazed around his living room. He frowned, and started scooping up some of his dirty clothes lying around on the furniture.

Brent hadn't been to his house in several days, although they'd spent at least several hours on the phone every single night chatting.

Some nights, their conversations grew lustful, resulting in both exploding their orgasms. And other nights, deep conversations drew them closer.

Brent was kept away on business, commuting from home to different hospitals throughout the state. There were not enough engineer-nurses to administer nanotreatments, so Brent was kept busy, at least during the day.

Grant carried his filthy clothes to the laundry room, depositing it on top of the washer. He went back to the living room to straighten things up a bit further and to carry dishes into the kitchen that he had forgotten.

Nervousness began to slowly creep into his muscles, as he chewed on his cigar. He had reason to be.

Tonight was the night that he was going to ask Brent something important.

He felt he was ready to take the next step, and hoped in his heart that Brent was also willing.

Smoke wafted up from his lips as he dwelt on it with growing mingled excitement and dread.

He had at least a hour or so before driving to Brent's apartment to pick him up for their date at a restaurant. Grant sighed, and inhaled lightly, then decided on a shower.

Walking toward the bedroom, he put his cigar out in an ashtray on top of his dresser, and started to wriggle out of his clothes.

Once naked, he gazed at himself in the mirror with a prideful smile across his face. His body had become more toned everywhere except his gut. Not too long after they had their first date, Grant decided to get back into working out more regularly, and also had Brent joining him occasionally at the gym.

He always enjoyed watching Brent do the bench and leg press out of the corner of his eye, as he did his own reps.

His boxer briefs suddenly thrust outward with his rock hard erection as he felt the familiar lust sweep through his body. He involuntarily groped himself, stroking up and down for a moment, then let his hand travel to his rounded fur-covered belly and rub it.

His smile curved higher as another recent memory flashed in his mind.

It was two months ago that he found another interesting trick by accident.


He was at his computer at work, and taking a small break. He sipped at his coffee at his desk and started daydreaming about Brent. It started out pleasantly of them kissing each other tenderly and holding each other tightly.


His daydream soon had both of them in the buff, humping against each other on the bed with low grunting coming from both of them.


His dick started straining against his pants, and he panicked. Steps had started approaching his booth, and he scrambled to scoot forward as much as possible to hide his hardness.


Chris had popped his head around the cubicle wall, and smiled. "Hey, the boss wanted me to tell you that he wanted the paperwork done today instead of tomorrow."


Grant nodded briskly, feeling a bit flustered, staring at the computer screen.


His erection wouldn't behave and relax, and he fidgeted. He nodded at Chris. "I'll get on it now. Thanks." He held his breath until Chris had left.


Once Chris left, he breathed a sigh of relief. His dick was thrumming inside his pants and was firmly throbbing against the underside of the desk.


His thoughts grew slightly irritated because he couldn't focus on doing the work, so he aimed a thought at his dick.


Down, dammit!


To his mild surprise, a faint electrical crackle could be felt around his dick, rendering it immediately to his natural flaccid state.


He frowned -- not that it was a nice surprise that it worked, but he wasn't sure if it had been a fluke or not.


Grant looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching, and squeezed his eyes firmly shut.


Directing a thought at his dick, he mustered all the strength to will his dick hard.


The same electrical crackle was felt around the base of his dick, and he grunted, biting his lip as his dick roared to life in full stiffness. It was nearly hard enough to be painful.


He suppressed a tiny chuckle at the discovery. Only the painful confinement of his dick reminded him to refocus his thought to soften it.


Grant had tried to test it out every chance he could after that one day. And it always worked without any effort.

Shaking himself out of his memories, he dug his thumbs under the edge of his undies then pushed them down. His dick, now free of any constraint, bobbed up and down in eager anticipation.
His eyes closed in bliss as his hand enclosed over his dick and tugged at it a few times. He let out a soft moan as his dick throbbed.

It was damn tempting to start tugging himself and squeeze out a quick load, but he had promised himself to wait until he saw Brent again.

It had been several days since he saw his lover, and his palms were starting to get itchy. Ah well, he had gone much longer than this before...

He firmly willed his erection to subside, smiling as it did. Even if it had softened at his direction, his lust still simmered away in his loins. It probably would take a little while for him to relax -- and a shower would help distract him more effectively.

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Hours later, Brent nestled against Grant's side at Grizz's Bar 'n Grill, with a relaxed smile on his face. He plucked a thick French fry off his plate and nibbled on it.

Grant's arm was slung across Brent's shoulders, and gently squeezed Brent closer, then relaxed his grip.

Both sat in comfortable silence, yet Grant was feeling a little distracted, and unsure whether this was the right time to do it. He gazed around the restaurant section, and smiled. He hadn't known of this place until Brent had brought him here several months ago.

Incandescent Light played on the dark stained wood walls, and shone off the wall of mirrors behind the bar. There was a pool room down the hallway that connected the eating area and the bar section. It all contributed to a relaxed atmosphere.

Grant hadn't believed Brent at first when it was revealed that this place was an gay bar and grill. It had only taken one visit for Grant to be pleasantly surprised, and to like this place immensely.
They both decided to come here at least once, but they usually went twice as the mood struck.
They had the best hamburgers that he had tasted in a long while -- almost reminding him of his own father's recipe, but with subtle differences.

He mentally shook his head, trying to gather up his courage, and starting to tap his fingers at the table.

Brent's soft voice threaded into his hearing. "Grant? You okay?"

Grant noticed Brent's concerned expression, then forced a smile a degree too big. "Yep!"

A moment passed between them with Brent looking not quite so convinced.

Grant pushed away and turned around to face Brent fully. Nervousness began to swamp him before he wrestled it under control. "Oh, alright. Um... I..."

Brent tensed slightly, then pasted a reassuring smile on his face, and nodded. "Yes?" A thread of fear needled through his stomach. Did Grant want to break up with him? He knew he hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with the older bear lately, but it was only because work had been busier than usual...

After several moments of Grant's pauses and starts, Brent started feeling impatient, mingled with a fear that the relationship was over, and said, "Say it."

Grant blushed and tapped the table a bit more forcefully. "Er. Yes." He dithered over his internal debate and finally decided.

He suddenly blurted out with a deeply earnest expression. "Move in with me. Please?"

Brent sat there so still, with a blank expression for a moment, that Grant worried that he had pushed too fast.

Brent blinked in shock, and stammered, feeling irrationally relieved. Grant didn't want to break up after all!  "...Are you sure? I mean... I know you like to have your space occasionally..."

Grant glanced downward and then up at Brent. "... Yes. I'm sure." It cost him to admit that. He had been largely a private individual for most of his life, and while he was comfortable with sharing his life with Brent, he had realized lately that he was starting to find the house too empty for him. It was only when Brent was with him, did the house feel occupied.

Grant smiled more broadly, stroking Brent's face gently with his hand. "Yes, I do want you to move in. It feels too empty at home without you."

Brent's face reddened in slight embarrassment. "Oh."

Grant gazed at his lover in sudden concern. "You do want to move in with me?"

Brent beamed as he suddenly knew he didn't have to think about it at all. "Yes. Yes, I'll move in with you!"

Grant felt giddy, and led Brent by the chin with his hand to his face, and kissed him hungrily. Pulling back slightly, he chuckled lightly. "Thank God. I thought I'd have to drag you home."

Brent snorted, and took Grant's hand into his own, and held it tightly. "Nah. I'd have gone willingly..."

Grant nodded quietly, and felt his loins stirring. "C'mon. Let's go home."

It hadn't taken them that long to move Brent's stuff into Grant's house. Several months later, they managed to rearrange all their possessions to reflect both their lives.

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Two years later, they meet a unlikely friend that will change their lives, but that's a different story...

[Fin]

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