Easy, Now

"Just...let me get setup here," sighed Quentin in labored breath, using what he could of Lorenzo's body for leverage. The calm glow of the standing, hotel lamp was a welcome change from the noise and chaos of the field. Not that Quentin didn't enjoy limelight, and the game had gone very well, the star player contributing to two of the three winning goals. But as much as he coveted victory for himself and his team, he'd been thinking ahead to this, still reveling in the luck of finding somebody to travel with. He would have settled for somebody nice, but 'cool' and 'gorgeous' too, well, now he just felt like he was being spoiled.

Not that there wasn't work involved.

Lorenzo held the base of his masculinity steady, as his familiar yet relatively new friend worked his way down. "I dunno, I think you're overthinking this," suggested the rat in his ever-causal, softspoken tone. "If you just lay down, I'll handle it."

"Hey, this may come as a...surprise to you," Quentin began, biting his lip as he sunk past the robust tip of the larger rodent, "but I don't...I mean I haven't really...I mean I've been with a lot of guys - well not a lot, but plenty, they like me, you know, I'm...look I'm just saying, I'm not as...I'm not as...meek as I look, jumpers aren't the same as a mouse-mouse you know, and - "

"You usually top, I get it, just say it, dude," Lorenzo concluded, reaching his free arm up to hold the slender-yet-fit kangaroo rat around his torso. "'Ey, I said we could just keep it oral."

"It's fine, hey, I uh...I always told my other boyfriends I was up for whatever so...sooner or later I guess I should prove it..." Quentin dug the claws of one of his powerful feet into the arm of the hotel sofa, planting one hand on Lorenzo's knee and another atop his head. Yeah, okay, maybe he was making this more complicated than it needed to be but...well, this was a little bit new, he wanted a little control over exact when...and how...and what angle - he just wanted to supervise a few details, was that so wrong?

"Agh, god damn though, shoulda started with a chipmunk or something...that's a compliment, by the way."

Lorenzo leaned back, his head listing to one side, as relaxed as can be. "I mean, once you're on, that's the hardest part, I can handle the rest."

"Hey, I got my part in this too," hissed Quentin through his teeth. The warmth of it entering him was beginning to spread throughout his body, tingling through his extremities. It was new, and a little awkward, but at least he could tell he was gonna like it...with practice.

"I'm just saying, like...I mean, I ain't trying to say anything, I'm just saying, you ain't like...that big, you know? So once you're all...situated and everything, I could just kinda like...take you for a ride, or something?"

Quentin froze in his position, turning and meeting eyes with the rat. His toes curled at the sound of the suggesting echoing in his head, over and over again.

"I mean, if you want," added Lorenzo.

"I...I, ah...ha-ha...listen, don't...say things like that, okay? I gotta focus."

"A'ight," shrugged Lorenzo, letting his arm rest a little more intimately long the crease of Quentin's thigh and waist. "You know, I can just come up once, get it over with."

"Nah, nah...agh...almost there...."

Quentin felt the welcoming warmth of the rat's thighs as he finally touched down. He eased the pressure off of his feet and hands, allowing his full weight to rest on the rat's waiting hips.

"There," breathed Quentin, enjoy a full-body blush beneath his sandy coat. "No big deal, just had to...ease into it, you know."

"Yeah, ain't really no thing," Lorenzo said, reaching forward. "'Ere, lay back some."

A stray 'eek' escaped the highly virile soccer star's throat as his body flopped back against the belly and chest of the rat. Immediately, the rat's hips began to circle and, oh hell, it was a whole different thing to have it moving around in there.

"Damn dude," chittered Quentin, as he turned face-to-face with Lorenzo. "Give a guy like five seconds...mm..."

Lorenzo's lips locked onto Quentin's, the rat's jaw working over the jumper just as well if not better than his hips below. He even had Quentin in a few seconds of 'hitching,' a bit of a "special move" enjoyed by rodents wherein they would interlock their incisors as they kissed. After a moment, Lorenzo released it, nodding toward the smaller rodent.

"Ey, I appreciate you doing this, bro. For real. Takes more guts'n I got."

"Yeah, well...it's no prob," Quentin insisted, biting his lip at the movement within him. "I mean...and I'm not saying we're the same, but like...every mouse, sooner or later, thinks about getting...fucked by a rat, JUST SAYING...not saying it's exactly the same, but...just saying."

"Think I don't know?" Lorenzo said, with a hint of a smirk, the most you'd normally get out of a rat. It was nice.

"But you know, like...I'm probably gonna be a world champ soon," reminded Quentin, with all the same confidence as ever. "So you know, just...don't sub me out too much."

"Ey, you can be champ of the world," Lorenzo agreed, tightening his grasp around the kangaroo rat's body. "But tell you what, while you're in here? I'll be the coach."

Quentin threw his head back, covering his face with his hand, another blush coming over him. "Oh come oooooon dude...why do you gotta say shit like that...."

"Let me get some of them legs," Lorenzo insisted, nodding downward. "They're made for this."

"On it," Quentin said, planting his feet onto the cushions, preparing to show Lorenzo some world class hydrolics.

"I mean unless you want that ride, in which case, keep 'em limp."

Quentin's left foot slipped off the couch upon hearing the suggestion, as the hopper struggled to regain his composure. He shot one more look back at the rat.

"Stop that!"