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Tom ran his fingers through his hair several times, each comb more forceful than the last. His city was in the direct line of a meteor, and he needed to come up with a plan fast.
Every idea he came up with was either too simple or convoluted, he needed something quick and efficient. He rolled back in his chair and thought a bit more.
“Maybe I can…?”
He quickly rolled back to his desk, typing a number into the phone next to the computer. Before he hit the dial button he hesitated– Will he want to help me? His head shook again: “It’s not about me, it’s about the citizens of Bloxburg.”
The phone rang for what felt like an hour.
“Hello? Lumberman’s Lumber. How can I help you?”
Tom’s hand twitched at the sound of his voice. It had been so long. A hundred thoughts raced through his head: He sounds tired, I should’ve called later. I wonder how he’s been? Why is his morning voice so hot..?
Tom snapped himself back into reality. “Hey Lumberman. It’s me, Tom. How’ve you been?” There was a silence. Tom’s anxieties piled quickly while his heart rate accelerated. “…Lumberman?” he asked again, almost desperate for an answer.
“Sorry, sorry. I just– I didn’t expect it to be you. I’m doing good.” He couldn’t see him but Tom could tell there was a smile on his face. A blush crawled up his face as he leaned further into the phone.
“I need your help, Lumberman. Bloxburg is in trouble.”
“Ah,” He could hear disappointment in his voice. His eyebrows furrowed at the change in tone.
“I thought…” he trailed off. “I thought you were calling for me.”
”It’s not like that, Lumberman, I swear.” Tom reassured him. He was also reassuring himself. “I do… Want to see you again. Can you come see me at Bloxburg city hall? I’ll make it worth the trip, I promise.” He had gone on a ramble trying to save the conversation, and his other hand was rubbing against his temple wondering if this was all a huge mistake.
There was a defeated sigh from the other side of the phone. “It’ll take me a bit to get there. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“There’s no need. Wait for me, Tom.” Then the phone hung up. Tom dropped the phone into the pile of papers on his desk, exhausted.
“...I will.”
He spent the next 24 hours arranging meetings and going over blueprints, focused on the task at hand. Still, in the back of his mind, was Lumberman. Their falling out was his fault; he failed to prioritize him when it meant the most. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was making the same selfish mistake. Am I just making it worse?
He pulled at the drawstrings in his hoodie. Was everything just going to fall apart and there was nothing he could do about it? There was a knock on the door to his office: “Mayor Tom, there’s someone here to meet you. Should I ask him to leave?” Alerted his secretary. “Let him in.”
Lumberman followed her moments later, and Tom’s leg bounced up and down with anxiety. When the door opened for the second time his head jerked up, looking at him in awe. He was right, he changed a lot in a year.
He’d definitely gotten bulkier from being a full-time lumberjack, and there was a slight tan on his body from being outdoors all day. I hope he’s been wearing sunscreen, he thought.
He put his reading glasses in his hair and got out of his chair. “Hey, good morning Lumberman.” He walked closer to greet him while also giving appropriate space.
“Morning.” Cold and direct.
Tom's smile slightly faltered and as he went to go grab documents from his workspace. “I’m sorry for being so disorganized, it’s been a hectic week.” Lumberman walked closer to the desk, putting his hands on the table and looking down. Their height difference became apparent, with how even though they were both in the same position, Lumberman still towered over him.
The white shirt under his plaid jacket was loose, and while trying to make eye contact Tom’s eyes betrayed him, making a stop at his chest before his face. He noticed the mole over his right breast, the same one he would trace around while they were in bed.
His thoughts started getting off track, and he shook his head to regain clarity. “To put it simply, there’s a meteor heading for Bloxburg. I’ve spoken with Dr. Astrobloxiticus and there’s no saving it.” Lumberman’s eyebrows raised. “We’re going to move everything out of town, and after it hits we’ll rebuild. But I need you to help us. I’ve already got Minnie Miner and your uncle Jack Lumber on the team.”
He could tell he was making a decision: a hard one. He stood up again and rubbed his eyes. “Tom, is this really worth it?”
Tom’s mouth went agape. “What kind of question is that? Yes.” He stood up with him, staring directly into his eyes.
“Don’t get me wrong– It’s just… Nevermind.” He turned around, and Tom’s heart sank. He was afraid he already said the wrong thing and scared him off. He grabbed his wrist, concerned. “Talk to me, Lumberman.”
He growled and whipped his wrist back. “I know it’s not about you, it’s about Bloxburg, but for me, it is!” he yelled. “Just a year ago we were happy, I was happy, and we were gonna move in, take the next step. But this stupid fucking town needed you. What about me, Tom? You think I didn’t need you?”
“I know! I know. I needed you too. I hate how we drifted apart.”
“If you needed me then why did you just leave me?!” There were tears welling up in his eyes and his face was becoming redder with embarrassment. Tom pulled him in and hugged him. Tom’s head was against his chest, where he could hear his heart racing. His was also speeding, and it felt like it would jump out at him.
“I’m sorry. For all of it.” He confessed with despair. “I thought you never wanted to see me again, and it’d be better to just end it all there.”
Lumberman sighed. “Your family founded Bloxburg. It’s only right that you want to save it. I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’ll help you, Tom.”
“It’s not selfish. I’m selfish: for all of this.” Their bodies divided slightly, and Tom looked up at him. He wiped the tears from Lumberman’s cheeks, then caressed him. Their eyes focused on eachother, with Lumberman leaning in closer, his mouth hovering over Tom’s. He was unsure if he wanted this.
Tom’s lips touched his, and their mouths pushed against each other, kissing. Tom broke this kiss first, grabbing him by the buttons of his plaid jacket, dragging him to his desk. There had always been a height difference between the two, with Lumberman being four inches taller than Tom, excluding the antlers. Without them, he’d be 6”3, but with them they made him a staggering 6”7.
None of it seemed to matter, however, because even though Lumberman was more muscular than Tom, he seemed to easily bend him over his desk. He worked at his belt from behind him, using one hand to undo it while also unbuckling his own.
Lumberman’s pants were on his ankles, while he was half hard and groaning. He could barely fit over the table, with his whole torso covering it and his hands holding himself up over the edge. Miscellaneous items fell off, spilling on the ground.
Tom licked at his pointer and middle finger on his dominant hand, wetting them. He stretched open Lumberman’s ass, only gradually increasing in fingers. His head lobbed back and forth, getting harder. There was desperation dripping off his moans, as his body begged for it.
When Tom finally penetrated him he moaned a little too loudly, and he softly warned him. “Hey, Baby, don’t be too loud.” It was hard to follow his orders while he drilled him from behind. He bit his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood.
Tom was grabbing Lumberman’s hips with every thrust: and pushing him up a little further too. Lumberman could feel his back giving out, and he leaned further back into Tom, just fingertips left to give him any purchase over the table. Tom could see how red the act was making him, with blush carrying up his neck, back, and ears.
Both of Tom’s hands grabbed the inside of Lumberman’s thighs so he could have him closer to him, slowing down so he could stroke his cock too. Eectricity ran up from his spine to his antlers: God, am I in heat? he thought. It had been so long since he had sex that everything Tom did to him was thrilling. There was a buzz in his head, as he followed everything he did– like he knew exactly what to do.
“Please… You’re gonna kill me, Tom.” He could feel his pupils stretching. “Sounds like a good way to go out,” he chuckled. The room was echoing with the sounds of their skin meeting, in a consistent pace.
The lumberjack could feel how close he was to cumming, eyes falling, and head leaning back. Tom softly pushed the three fingers from his left hand into his mouth, quieting him. “Don’t hurt yourself. Here, bite on this.” He looked back at him, fingers in mouth, with pleading eyes. He could feel him get a little harder. Bastard.
Tom’s long fingers gagged him, so when he came he bit down, drawing blood around his knuckles. There was a slight pause before either of them moved again. Both were exhausted and sweaty, but they also wanted to savor the moment: It was perfect, satisfying, recompense. Tom pulled away, and Lumberman jolted, arms finally giving up he laid over the table.
It was a beautiful sight, to Tom. The image of Lumberman bent over his desk, cum leaking from his cock, spread out. He was sure he would see this exact frame every time he closed his eyes.
Tom looked at the damage done on his left hand, and while it wasn’t worth a hospital trip there was considerable harm. He gave Lumberman tissues from his desk to clean himself up then licked away the spit from the front of his hand. “Oh, sorry. …I got too carried away.” He dressed himself again, buckling his belt.
“It’s okay,” he replied. Lumberman stepped closer to him, licking the blood from the back. His eyes followed Tom’s, looking for a reaction. His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened at the display, surprised he could be so bestial. He licked the whole hand clean, but his tongue went up to his fingernails, dancing off the tip of his teeth before he abrasively pushed them past.
“That’s what I always liked about you, Tom.” he started, still holding his wrist. “You would be possessive during sex, but so gentle too. You wouldn’t dare ever hurt me, you consider it too intimate of an act for those kinds of things: even if I wanted it.” His hand raised up his interlocking fingers.
“But I… I can’t be. You get so forgiving and I relish in it– it’s addicting. So addicting that I get the urge to boundary push so I get more of that kindness.” He stares at their locked hands while Tom looks at him. “Not all Lumberlanders are fully human… But you make me feel human. Thank you, Tom.” Lumberman brings their hands to his face and looks at him with endearment. He kisses it and pulls away. Turning around, he speaks:
“I’ll see you around, Tom.”
Tom is speechless. His hand lightly reaches up then drops. Gone again.
They didn’t speak for a week after, both giving each other space. In the time Bloxburg was evacuated, Tom took the time for a much needed vacation. Lumberland was especially nice this time of year.
Tom didn’t actually know his way around this place, whenever he visited Lumberman was around to show him where the best spots were, where to lodge, and his favorite places to eat.
He instinctively knocked on the first person's door he saw, fresh out of luck. His hand jerked back as the pain in his knuckles bloomed. “Nasty injury you’ve got there,” the person in the door pointed out.
“Yeah…” Tom laughed. “I was… Playing with my dog when things got too rough.” He noticed the person was a full human.
The person stepped more into the doorframe. “So, what do you need help with?”
“I need to find Lumberman’s Lumber. It’s not here on this map.”
The person leaned further into the map he showed. “Ah, that’s because Lumberman’s isn’t on here. You've got the map of this area, not the one over. I’ll show you where to go.”
“Thanks.” Tom was turned around when the person warned him. “I’m only saying this because you don’t seem like you’re from around here: That’s where the non-humans live.” He considered it unusual to point out, but went on his way.
At the right door now, he knocked with the correct hand and a messy bed-headed Lumberman opened the door. His eyes opened quickly and his eyebrows lifted. He still had his toothbrush in his mouth. Cute… he thought.
The door closed again and he could hear the sink running on the highest setting. It swung open again and Lumberman’s breath was laboured. “Hey, Tom.”
“Hey,” he smiled like the rising sun.
“Come in,” It had been a while since he had been back at his place. It reminded him of their college years of fooling around with no strings attached. He sat on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. “Why are you here?” he asked through a yawn.
“Bloxburg’s on evacuation. I thought it’d be nice to visit.”
Lumberman sat down with him, putting a cup of tea on the coffeé table in front of them. Tom snuggled closer to him. “I love this robe you always wear. It’s soft…” He said with slowing blinking. His head was tilted into his shoulder, and Lumberman covered him with a blanket. “I have a thing for your reading glasses, so I guess we’re even.” He laughed.
“Long trip, huh?” He nodded in agreement. Lumberman ran his fingers through Tom’s hair affectionately. Everything felt right. “I love you, Logs.” Tom whispered. Lumberman planted a kiss on his head: “I love you too, Tom.”