An Unexpected Trip Pt 7
Digitalis was watching the weather channel with a mug of instant coffee when he got the text informing him that breakfast was ready. Arthur's family, who were hosting them, had made breakfast sandwiches and mojo potatoes. Since Arthur wasn't up in time, Digitalis and Arthur's sister-in-law Caspia wrapped some sandwiches and mojos in foil for them.
"Oh wow, you did a beautiful job out here," Caspia commented as she and Digitalis made their way out the back door. The snow in the backyard was waist-deep, and Digitalis had shoveled it into neat, squared-off edges on either side of the path leading to the small mother-in-law extension where they'd be staying until the weather cleared up. Digitalis had offered to shovel the driveway the day before, but Arthur's brother declined since they were expecting more snowfall that afternoon.
Since the night Arthur and Digitalis arrived, they'd been snowed in for three days. All of their plans for the week were suddenly in the air yet again, and there was nothing to do about it at the moment except wait for the weather to clear up or for the overworked municipal snow plows to reach their street.
"Give Arty our love," called Caspia, her voice absorbing into the snow as she retreated inside the house. The thought of giving Arthur love reminded him that his bladder was full. He had two fresh cups of coffee with their food and took a sip from his mug before going to the bedroom to wake Arthur.
Digitalis wore Arthur's old "RKLOG" t-shirt over his heather gray university sweatpants, and his wavy light blue hair was still partially flattened to his head from the hat he'd worn outside earlier. Digitalis's large feathered wings were colored like a bluejay's, with black and white stripes; in contrast, Arthur's feathers were solid jet black. Arthur had broken his wing when he was younger, and it stuck out at a lazy angle from his back while he lay on his stomach, spread out like a sea star on the bed. Arthur's long, curly dark hair covered his face, and he wore Digitalis's math team t-shirt over a thin pair of drawstring pajama pants.
"Hey Bear," said Digitalis, patting Arthur's butt. Arthur squirmed, started to stretch, and stopped suddenly, yawning.
Arthur uttered a string of sleepy syllables that Digitalis recognized as "What time is it?"
Digitalis stopped next to the bed, bent down, and brushed the hair back from Arthur's face. "Almost ten." Arthur pushed himself gingerly to a sitting position, keeping one hand on his lower belly. "Breakfast sandwiches and coffee are waiting in the kitchen."
"You sexy beast," Arthur yawned. "I just need a good pee first."
"You can have it in bed," said Digitalis. "I was going to wash the sheets today anyway."
Arthur stretched and leaned back, hooking his thumbs into the sides of his waistband. "I think you have that confused with breakfast in bed, but I'll take it. Want to mark each other?" He pulled off his pants and tossed them onto the bedside table. Underneath, his uncircumcised cock was almost fully hard. It made Digitalis's stomach flutter.
"Want me to soak your shirt?" asked Arthur while Digitalis pulled down the crotch on his sweatpants.
"You're wearing my shirt," Digitalis pointed out. Arthur stretched his arms and wings, pushing out a small trickle of urine with a small grunt.
"Yeah, that's why I asked," replied Arthur. He tried to let out a little more, but couldn't. "Drat."
Digitalis found that he wasn't quite as hard, stuck out his hips, and aimed. "I'll help!" He loosed a jet of bright yellow piss, arcing it so that it hit squarely on the head of Arthur's dick.
"This isn't going to make it any softer, you know," Arthur paused to let a yawn overtake him.
"That's the idea," sighed Digitalis. "If you're still hard when I'm done I have a suggestion."
"We still haven't done that holding contest yet," said Arthur, though he was slowly masturbating. "Want to do it today? There won't be anything else to do, except shovel our way back to the house at dinner."
Digitalis shrugged. "Sure. We can start with the coffees I brought us." His dick seemed to finally be waking up as his bladder emptied, and he jerked it a little while Arthur watched. Digitalis seemed to go on and on for a long time; he hadn't known he'd needed to piss that badly, and was starting to dread changing the sheets since Arthur still had to go. Arthur had assured him several times now that the mattress cover was waterproof, but just how waterproof was that?
"Phew, you needed this, Digit," grunted Arthur, leaning back and pushing up his t-shirt. Digitalis's stomach fell a little bit when he realized what was about to happen. It meant his idea would have to wait, but it wasn't Arthur's fault that Digitalis had been consuming large amounts of water and coffee all morning.
"Pity we didn't think to t-time it-" Arthur grunted. His hand slowed down, but he was already well over the edge and he came in a lazy burst all over the sheets, his thighs, and his belly. When he finished, pulling back his foreskin and letting his dick soften in the open air, he was shaking. Digitalis hosed down Arthur's front and finished with a big sigh of relief.
"I'll bet you feel better after that," said Arthur, reaching over to pat Digitalis's thigh. "What's the matter, Digit?"
"I was going to ask you if you could fuck me," sighed Digitalis. He noticed that he was hard, and starting to feel good.
"Well I can still do it," said Arthur. "Like after our holding contest?" Arthur scooted over on the bed to be closer to Digitalis.
"That sounds good," said Digitalis, letting Arthur grasp his penis.
"Shall I mark you?" asked Arthur, in the same casual tone he might've asked Digitalis if his socks were in the wash.
