At the end of the parking lot a group of guys were in a small car parked near the entrance of the hotel.  Hotel Jupiter.  It was around dinner time and the three men inside the car were talking about something light.  One talked to the other and laughed, and a moment later one guy, a feline walked out of the car into the reception.  He asked if there was a room available for him and his two friends.  The woman at the reception desk told him there were rooms available near the end of the long hallway in the first floor room 20.  She also relayed to him the price which he agreed to and went to the edge of the crystal door signaling to his friend who at first didn’t notice him until he came out into the open.  His two friends seemed to be deep in conversation.  One of them, a tall shadowy figure, looked at the window while the other, a much smaller animal, put a hand on his shoulder and said something.  They finally noticed him and so he called out, and as they heard they came out and started to grab their things.  The white feline entered the hotel again finishing all of the transactions with the receptionist.  Smiling with his body against the desk looking directly at the receptionist, as she found him attractive.  The snow leopard then groped his bulge and winked at the receptionist.  She caved and the price of the hotel room ended up being discounted, she was flushed more red than a tomato.  Before she could finalize the payment method the door swung upon followed by heavy footsteps and in walked a bear followed by an otter, both carrying luggage.

The receptionist began to speak.  “Well I hope you are willing to consider my offer Sycamore.”  The woman started putting the keys of the room into the felines hand and left it there looking at him with semi open eyes and a small grin on her face.

“Mmmm yea sure”  Sycamore undressed the woman with his eyes.  “I’ll think about it.”  He grabbed his key and rapidly pulled his hand away from the woman turning his back and walked toward his friends.  With a monotone voice he gave a “THANKS.”

“So where’s our room?”  The otter asked with concern.

 

In the hotel hot tub the three of them relaxed.  Sycamore wore a speedo while the Bear, whose name was Elm, wore swimming trunks.  The otter decided to fuck it and just freeball it.

“Fucking bitches, gotta rough up that pussy!”  Sycamore wrapped his arm around Elm.  “Am I right?”

“...”  The Otter, they knew as Muscari, loudly cleared his throat.

“Ohhhhh shit!  I forgot Elm isn’t into that!”  Sycamore was clearly intoxicated.  “Hey I know some girls you can hit up!”

The Bear was of a tall build.  Large and husky.  He was very much blushing at Sycamore acting so friendly around him.  “Uhhh no thanks Sycamore, I’ve done my time with girls.  I’m exhausted at this point…”

Muscari nudged Elm with his elbow and whispered into his ear.  “Hide your BONER!”  

“Ya know, one time this girl let me fuck her completely blindfolded.  Owwwhhhhh, she definitely didn’t know I was gonna give her a faceshot.”  Sycamore hadn’t yet noticed the situation going on downstairs with Elm and was giving his story as if he ruled right here right now.

“Okay, time out.”  Muscari seemingly fed up began.  “You clearly are just talking a bunch of shit.  I know that you haven’t done it with any of these girls you’re talking abo-”

“-I told you that in confidence!”  Sycamore seethed through his teeth glaring at Muscari till they were eye to eye.

“Ok I don’t know what your problem is Sycamore!  You’re such a fucking ass.  You’re saying all this shit and acting super friendly with Elm and he OBVIOUSLY likes you!  Fuck, you gave him a chubby just being all touchy feely like that.  Lay off Man!”

Sycamore bared his teeth and his claws began extend.  “Nobody knows I’m gay you fucking idiot and you’re just going around telling this guy, who I barely know, about my business!  You Fucking Lay off!”

“Well ‘THIS GUY’ is trying his best to be a supportive friend because you can’t seem to come out of the closet.”

“Wait…”  Sycamore looked confused and angry.  “Wait you fucking set me up?”

“What, no what are you talking about?”  The Otter started to worry.

“You told Elm I was gay?”

“I mean, yea”  Clearly Sycamore was not happy and Muscari started to quiver.

“And you probably told him I’m a BOTTOM?!”  Sycamore’s eyes grew red with fury and he started breathing with heavy sighs.

“Woa, Sycamore hold on…”  Muscari stood up out of the hot tub and began to back away.

“So you just told some creep about my entire sex life?  What is he going to fuck me and make my dreams come true huh?”  Sycamore stood out of the hot tub as well and started walking toward the Otter.

 

Gawd.  Elm thought.  He’s so fucking hot when he’s angry.  Shit I hope he didn’t see my bulge.  That would’ve been so awkward…..

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"You don't fucking get it Muscari." Sycamore began "Nobody knows me.  They don't know about my life, my fears..."

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"And they shouldn't?  Why should they?  But what about us, I feel like we should know?  You should tell us things"  Muscari answered back

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"Why couldn't you come out to me?"  Elm asked.

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"Because I'm living on a wire.  And when you're on that wire you can't slip.  And you two are making me slip."  Sycamore retorted angrily.

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"Well maybe we're the ones trying to get you down from up there"  Elm grumbled.

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