Hawk x JJ 2

I’m jackhammering Hawk right now and there’s only one thought going through my head:

I’m going to marry him.

I’m fucking him so hard that my thoughts are all sort of just slime in my brain, but there’s one thing that keeps coming up. I’m going to marry him. I’m going to marry Hawk. With each thrust, I feel it all throughout my body. I’m going to marry that dog.

I’ve had that thought basically our entire relationship. It’s been a year since we started dating that fateful summer, a year since we moved to California together, and there hasn’t been a day that that thought hasn’t crossed my mind. I already know what domestic bliss with Hawk feels like, what it feels like to be his equal, his boyfriend, the most important person in the world to him. Marriage is just that but official. And just like when we were just friends and I yearned about getting to be something more, now that we’re boyfriends I’m still yearning.

Something about the warm summer air, the way we leave the window open when we’re going to bed and wake up to the smell of petrichor filling our apartment, the world cranking back to where it was a year ago, it’s making that urge bloom once more in my body. I feel within me a swelling, like I’m on a wave in the ocean. I need to marry him. I need to hear him call me his husband, I need him to put a ring on my finger, I need to be with him forever.

“I love you,” I moan, thrusting deep inside of him. “I love you so so so so much…”

JJ is fucking me as hard as he can and there’s only one thought going through my head:

I’m going to marry him.
The thought popped into my head for the first time a couple of weeks ago, after our first (non wetsuit) swim of the summer. We stepped out of the ocean together in our little Speedos, holding paws, warm sand on our feet. Then we toweled off and sat down together to look at the sunset. I looked over to him looking forward with a paw shielding his eyes, squinting, tongue stuck out. I chuckled a little bit, always charmed by JJ’s little quirks. He looked at me and smiled his nervous little smile, then went right back to looking at the oranges and pinks painted across the sky.

And then I sort of just realized it. I want to marry him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. As JJ thrusts himself to me and I feel his warmth fill my entire body, I know this is what it’s like to be one with JJ. Like when we get stoned together and can’t do anything but cuddle, our entire bodies pressed together, fur merging into one big mass. We can be two boyfriends together, two dogs together, we can fuck every single night and fill each other up. We can get married. We can get married and we can be one.

As he lets one last thrust into me, professing his love for me into my ear, I know it to be true. I’m going to get a ring. I’m going to get down on one knee. I’m going to marry him.

“I love you too,” I moan back. “I love you so much, dude.”

After the dogs finish, the two of them fall back onto the bed. With their eyes shut, the warm summer heat pouring in through the window, the two find each other’s paws and hold each other tight.

Hawk takes in a deep breath. “Dude?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a weird question?”

JJ giggles. “Sure.”

“Do you remember when we met?”

“Is that the weird question? Because I do remember.”

Hawk chuckles. “No, no. Uh. Weird question coming up. I was just thinking, dude. Like. I was so… broken, then. I was so broken then, you know? Sydney had passed away and I couldn’t bear to be in California anymore. I was living in New York with no friends, no family but Keoni, no job, no way to go swimming–”

JJ laughs. “Sorry. That’s just– sorry, please continue.”

“I like swimming, man!”

“I knoooow.”

“But yeah. Everything I knew was turned upside down. And then… you were there. You were coaching me at the construction site and you were so… kind. So kind and so sweet and so funny.” He swallows. “I was broken. I was broken and… you helped put me back together.”

JJ sniffs. “That’s how I feel too.”

“Yeah?”

“Being with East changed my life, but I felt so… different, you know? I felt like I was just his frickin’ dog. I felt below him. I had all of these confusing sexual urges, all of this– JJ, you know, all of this me that didn’t make sense. I loved being with him but I wasn’t me, I was his idea of me. And then we broke up. And after we broke up, what was even left of me, you know? Just some autistic dog.”

“I think you’re a sexy-ass autistic dog.”

“Thank you.” He giggles. “Yeah. I know what it feels like to have all of these pieces of you that just don’t make sense. And you helped me put them back together. I get it.”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you bring that up?”

“Oh.” Hawk grabs his sea shell necklace. “Oh, man. Um. I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Uh huh?”

“And this doesn’t mean anything, this doesn’t like, like this doesn’t mean anything beyond this question, I’m just trying to get a feel for what, you know…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Shit.” Hawk sits up. “Dude, what would you think about getting married?”

JJ shoots up, his tail thwapping against the bed. “What? Like right now?”

Hawk laughs. “Not right now, not right now, but… like… what do you think about just the idea of us getting married someday?”

JJ puts his paws over his face. “Did I say something in my sleep or something?”

“Have you been thinking about it?”

JJ nods sheepishly. “Since the day we started dating.”

Hawk grabs JJ’s paw and holds it tightly in his. “Oh, man.”

“Are you like, like. Like, what…”

“Weeell. Now I know, right, that you’re interested in getting married, and I’m interested in getting married… so if we’re two dogs who are interested in getting married…”

“Then we can get married?”

“Yeah, yeah, maybe. I can call you my husband…”

JJ falls back down into the bed and grabs a pillow, flapping his paws. “Mmmhmm?”

“I can buy you a ring…”

“Yeah?”

“We can be with each other forever?”

“Yeeeeaaaah?”

Hawk chuckles and puts a paw on JJ’s forehead. “Okay, then. That’s settled. I’m gonna propose to you, dog.”

“When?”

“You don’t want it to be a surprise?”

JJ smiles. “Oh my god.”
Hawk leans in and gives him a kiss on the forehead. “I’m gonna go shower off, alright? You came. A lot.”

“Okay. Okay. I love you, Hawk.”
“I love you too, JJ.”

I’m obsessed with the thought of Hawk proposing to me.

Because, like. He said he would. You don’t just idly threaten to propose to someone. Sometime soon, he’s going to get down on one knee and propose marriage to me.

He hasn’t necessarily been flagrant about it, but there have been signs. Like when I’ve walked in on him and he’s immediately shut his laptop (I guess he could have been looking at porn or something), or how he’s been making more calls to his sisters Lanie and Jenn and his cousin Keoni, and more house visits to his parents than usual. When I was groggy in the morning, I felt his paw around mine not just like he was holding it, but like he was trying to figure out my ring size. He says he’s going out surfing with Ranger and Keshawn and Cece and, you know, he comes home with sand in between his toes, but there’s also this knowing glint in his eye. I wouldn’t normally notice things like that, but I’ve been scouring discussion forms online and people say these are the signs to look out for.

So now every day I’m acutely aware that Hawk could be proposing to me at any second. He’ll come and visit me on my lunch break at work and he’ll get down on one knee to tie his shoe and my entire body feels like I’m a bottle of soda during a bumpy car ride. And then he won’t propose to me, obviously, because he’s not going to propose to me with the backdrop of a construction site and all of my random coworkers behind us. Or I’ll go to bring him lunch while he’s coaching summer swim practice and I’ll convince myself he choreographed the middle schoolers to spell out “Will you marry me, JJ?” with their bodies in the pool. It makes absolutely no sense but I’m anxious about it anyway. At any moment, he could propose. It’s thrilling. It’s almost terrifying.

Regardless, Hawk is out surfing with his friends again and I have the apartment to myself. So I do what I’ve been doing for years. Already stripped down nude from the moment I got stepped inside, I wrangle my legs behind my shoulders and I suck my own dick.

I fucking love it. There’s nothing I feel the natural pull to do more than to suck myself off. I’m flexible enough to lock myself into this extremely comfortable position with my dick naturally resting on my muzzle. I slap it against my nose a couple of times, then have fun slithering my tongue around the head of my cock over and over and over again. The spit drips down my cock as I swallow my precum and wag my tail around in happiness.

I do that, as always, for an hour that passes by like it’s been 5 minutes. All of my anxiety, all of the tension in my body, all of that just drips away as I go down on myself.

And then the door opens and Hawk walks in with his surfboard.

“Hey, dude,” he grins.

I give him a wag of the tail and I pull away from my cock. It sits on my muzzle, spit drenching my fur. “Hi.”

He lays his surfboard against the wall and drops his bag, stripping his clothes off and throwing them in a little pile on the floor as he does every time he enters the apartment. “You look so fucking good. I could take a bite of you right now.”

I giggle. “You wanna?”

“Yeeeeeaaaah, duuuuude.” His half-hard cock slaps back and forth as he walks over to me. “Mmmm, just the meal I want after a long day of surfing. And a sandwich, but I’ll make that after.”

And then. He gets down on one knee.

“Woah,” he says. “Are you okay?”

“Wh–” I stammer. He instantly clocked my deadly still tail, my wide eyes, my racing heart. “No no no, I’m okay.”

“Alright, dude, I’m coming in!” He puts a paw on each of my buttcheeks and spreads me apart, then pushes his muzzle in. He gives me a little lap with his tongue, his wet nose pressed into my balls. The slobber against my hole makes my cock pulse. He looks up at me with wide eyes. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…”

He rests his chin on my taint. It’s a very funny position to be making eye contact with him in, my cock clouding most of my view, but he treats it seriously. “JJ, come on.”

“I just…” He’s still sitting there on one knee. “Are you going to propose to me?”

“Like… what do you mean?”

“Like now?”

His face contorts into a wicked smile. “I’m going to propose to you while I’m eating you out while you’re sucking your dick?”

“You’re on one knee!”
“JJ, what are you talking about?” he says, unable to not laugh. He pulls away and leans back, a little stream of precum hanging off his dick. “Dude, I’m gonna do it someplace a little more romantic than this.”

“I just. I don’t know. Like you were on one knee and you could like– like–”

“I’m literally naked. Where would I hide the ring? Your butthole?”

I snort. “I dunno!”

He grins. “Hey, are you nervous about all that? We can– you can get your dick out of your face if you wanna talk about it.”

“I’m a little nervous. And no. I like my dick here. It comforts me.”

“I like it there too.” He grabs my dick and smacks it against my muzzle a couple of times. “I can tell you what my plans are if that would calm you down.”

“Maybe– well, maybe this is a dick down conversation.” I unfold myself from the pretzel I was in and lay down, my back sore after holding myself there for an hour. “Okay.”

“I like how your bar for getting out of dick sucking position is like, severe anxiety, no, proposal discussion, yes.”

“This is serious!”

He grabs my cock and just kind of slaps it around absent-mindedly with his paw. “So. I booked us a flight to New York.”

“Oh my god. When?”

“Later, later in the summer. July. You’ll be able to call out of work well in advance. Do you want to know anything else about it?”

“Are you proposing on the plane?”

“Yeah. In the bathroom where you jerked off on the way here.” He chuckles. “No. I will let you know the day that I’m going to propose.”

“Is it going to be somewhere funny?”

“You are very anxious that I’m going to make our proposal into a comedy skit.”

“I just, I don’t know.”

“No, it won’t be funny. It will be beautiful and romantic.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Do you feel better about that?”

“I feel way better.”

He wags his tail. “Okay, good. Now I don’t have to make anything up about visiting Keoni. Did you notice I was calling him more? I was trying to make that seem realistic.”

“Oh my god! I knew something was up.”

“You’re vigilant!” He leans on me and gives me a kiss, our dicks pressing together. “Now. You wanna get back to work?”

I nod profusely.

Hawk grins as he gets me right back into position and gets on his knees. “Not proposing!” he reminds me. “Just eating you out!”

He laps at my asshole and jerks himself off as I give myself some sloppy head. We work together so beautifully. I’m whimpering and moaning and batting my tail around with my cock down my throat and Hawk is holding my tail down so I don’t interrupt his careful rimjob.

His tongue starts licking upwards, up my perineum to my balls. He licks all the way up my cock until he laps at my nose. I pull my head back and let my dick spring out. We sit there almost nose-to-nose, just cock in between. I give it a lap and so does he.

So now we’re sitting here, licking my cock, our tounges pressing together around it. He brings the tip into his mouth and goes down on me, then lets go and gives me a turn. We kiss each other, slobber dripping down our chins and onto my dick. I let out a thick pulse of precum and Hawk slurps that all right up.

“Wouldn’t it be really funny…” he says, “If I proposed right now?”

“But you’re not gonna, right?”

He chuckles. “I think I might cum before I do that. Here, stay like that.”

I keep going down on myself as he stands up. He puts a paw on my forehead and jacks himself off, the tip of his dick only a few inches away from me. He shuts his eyes and grits his teeth and goes at himself until he’s dripping his load all over my face and my dick.

I love the warmth painting my face. I pull away from my cock and jerk myself off, letting my dick get slathered in his cum. It only takes a few strokes until I’m there. I open up my maw and let out my load, but most of it ends up flying past my mouth onto my face with Hawk’s cum. I lap up everything that drips onto my tongue, then finally let myself drop into a laying position.

“Fuck!” Hawk says. “God, that was good, dude.”

I pant. “Thank you…”

“Thank you, man. Mmmm. Seriously perfect after a long day of surfing.” He gives me a kiss on my cum covered face. Then he stands up and stretches up, soft now with cum dripping down his thighs. His abs look perfect. “Aaaalright. I’m gonna make a sandwich. You wanna towel, dog?”

I nod, then lay there glowing as he walks to the bathroom to get me a towel. He wipes me off and gives me another kiss on the forehead, then heads to the kitchen. “I love you,” I say.

“I love you!”

Then he heads to the kitchen and hums to himself as he gathers the ingredients for his sandwich.
I am so ready. I am so ready to be married to him for the rest of my life.