Opening an Unloced Door

The two ended up at the dining hall, going heavy on the protein. They found a table that seemed mostly private, and they sat there, blushing and not looking at each other. "Thanks for working out with me!" Logs blurted out. Gust had just taken a bite of a burger and nearly choked.

It took him a minute, and a large drink of water, to recover. Logs wasn't remotely sure what to do. He eventually tried patting Gust on the back, which just left him even more embarrassed at the solid back and flight muscles, which intrusively featured in his thoughts as the griffin coughed in front of him.

"Umm... sorry."

"No problem, was just... surprised. I liked working out with you. And afterwards... well... Umm... do you drink?" Gust asked.

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Well-"

"I'd like that."

"Oh... Oh!" Gust said, his wings flaring again.

"Do you know anywhere around here?"

"There's a gamer bar that I've gone to... they have pinball..."

"Wow, you really are a nerd."

'Is... that..." Gust's winds were drooping.

"I'm ready to go whenever you are!" Logs said. "Can never turn down a nice IPA."

Gust nodded and started shoveling food into his beak. Logs followed suit, just at roughly a tenth scale of caloric intake.

***

The bar was fairly quiet, spaced out, mostly people drinking while playing board games. Gust and Logs walked in, and Gust grabbed them both a drink. He was doing something big and coffee colored, and he gave Logs the house IPA.

Logs looked at it, a tad confused, then drank it, making a face.

"Something wrong?"

"... is this what IPAs taste like?"

"Is that your first beer?"

"... maybe."

"Did you... just say IPA because it's in ads?"

"Maybe..." Logs was blushing hard.

"Alright, let's get you something a bit sweeter, with ice." Gust said. "You want it now?"

"Umm... sure?"

Gust returned with something dark and bubbily, with ice. Logs tried it. "Huh... this... this is pretty nice. Sweet, no real bite. What is it?"

"Long island iced tea."

"Huh, I like it." He took another sip and followed Gust towards the side of the bar. A thick door opened into a much louder room of TVs, arcade cabinets, and people aggressively trying to win. Logs blinked, took another sip, and followed Gust in, who was eagerly chatting with a few people about a new pinball cabinet. Logs smiled and shook hands, a tad overwhelmed by the people around him, not quite sure what was happening.

He took another sip as Gust dragged him over to a cabinet and started explaining how to play, starting in the middle of what should happen and aggressively jumping everywhere except for what you do with the side buttons. He finished his drink around the same time the first game ended and got a second one when Gust moved over to his self-proclaimed favorite pinball game. Logs lost track of time as they kept going, slowly sipping his drink as they worked their way through the tables.

It was pretty similar for the rest of the night and became relaxingly familiar. Gust walked up to a new table, Logs watched him, wide eyed as the numbers on the scoreboard went up and the pretty lights went off, occasionally failing to do the same, but enjoying Gust's encouragement. His face felt weird, like... he was behind his face, and he felt slightly dizzy. He leaned against the games cabinet, feeling relaxed, happy, and giddy. Sure, he wasn't totally sure what was going on, but he felt safe and warm, and happy. Gust helped him over to a comfortable bean bag, and carefully gave him some water to drink, along with fries and wings. They tasted really good, and Gust was looking really nice.... And Logs asked for another drink and pouted when Gust said no. Gust kept talking with the bartenders, looking a tad frantic, but Logs happily waved at him.

"Hey Logs, do you have your phone? Can you unlock it? I just want to call your parents..." Gust said, looking a bit worried.

"Why? What's up?" Logs asked, really enjoying just laying back and taking in the world. He giggled a bit.

"Umm, you're probably borderline blackout drunk, and I want to make sure that there's someone you trust to take care of you."

"I trust you to take care of me."

"And I want to keep it that way. So, you mind if I call your parents?"

"Umm... sure?"

Logs unlocked his phone after a few tries and lay back. The world was spinning a bit and he suddenly felt tired.

He heard Gust chatting with someone quietly and closed his eyes for a short nap.

The next thing he could remember was some furry arms lifting him up, the feeling of someone growling, and a car starting. He remembered drinking something sweet and salty. And not much else.

Logs woke up looking at a familiar ceiling, feeling off. His stomach felt queasy, his head felt tight, and he still felt like he was looking at the world from a few inches behind his face. He got up, the bed creaking like always, and his mom opened the door. She gave him a cold bottle of diluted sports drink and a knowing look. "Drink up. How are you feeling?"

"Umm... off?"

"Sounds about right. Well, we'll make you breakfast and get you to class before the bell rings."

"There's not a bell." Logs weakly protested.

"Heh, I'd make a joke about your head ringing, but you drank a good amount of water last night."

Logs nodded and suddenly realized that his bladder was complaining loudly. His mom closed the door, and his stomach twinged at the smell of cooking food. He walked to the bathroom and felt better afterwards. He washed his face, rinsed out his mouth, left the room, and went to get changed. He headed downstairs where his mom gave him a bagel with eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. He ate it as his dad drank coffee, looking tired.

"Umm... what happened last night?"

"Well, your new boyfriend asked for help, and we tried to help you avoid a hangover. How much do you remember?"

"We were playing games, and then I felt really tired? It was fun, but I was dizzy and I felt off..."

"Do you remember what you were drinking?"

"Long island iced teas? They were nice."

"Do you remember how many?"

"... no? I think I was having one every few games though."

"... you're really going to need to learn your limits on alcohol. Also, how powerful mixed drinks can be." Trunk laughed a bit to himself, sounding more relieved than angry.

"You're... not mad?"

"Honestly, a bit? Mostly at myself for not helping you learn you limits in a safe space. I didn't exactly expect you to go all out though. Guess I'm a bit too used to beer in a sense. It's harder to go as far with it. Not impossible though."

"How about needing to drive me to school?"

"Nah, it happens. You're able to be driven to school. Your roommate is a good guy. Recognized when he was in over his head and was willing to call for help. Without just leaving you in a cold shower on your side."

"Did that happen to you?"

Trunk grimaced. "Yep. Bunch of drunk people in a room don't usually make good decisions. Woke up covered in vomit. Not the best time of my life. And not even my own vomit."

"Gross... How often does that happen? Like... every time you drink?"

"Nah, I don't even feel alcohol anymore. Liver's a tad overbuilt. I can even eat chocolate." Trunk's muzzle lolled open in a lupine grin.

"Huh?"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

"About what?"

"Oh, some of our family are affected by delayed hyperism. There's a few common triggers. Stress, exercise, love. Stuff like that."

"... how was yours triggered?"

Trunk blushed. "Now... when I say love..."

"You mean sex?"

"Yeah, I may have met a senior who loved the idea of a twink as her plaything."

Logs looked Trunk up and down. "... twink?"

"I weighted like 60 kilos back then. I was a reed."

"... how did that go?"

"Honestly pretty well. We adapted to the changes and had a pretty good relationship afterwards. It's about the mindset, not about how someone looks. We did need to upgrade the ropes though."

"Oh god...." Logs groaned rubbing his temples.

"Headache?"

"Yes. From the thought of you being tied upside down on a wooden x."

"Ha! Nah, we'd need a forklift for that. She did enjoy using me as living furniture though. Needed to buy a standing desk for it to work."

"So, I somehow doubt that mom's into that. Guess it was less love and more lust?"

"Eh... they blend. Lust is what gets the relationship off the ground. Love is when you discover that you both share the right mix of weird interests that you can glide and explore together. That relationship didn't work out long term, but it was a fun rocket while it lasted. We still stay in contact."

"That's... weirdly sweet? For a discussion about how you got tied up and used as a chair."

"Wait until you hear the whole story about how I met your mom and we realized that we were in love rather than just a fling."

"... Now I'm trying to replay my life and figure out what kinky crap you're going to scar me with."

"Oh, don't worry, with this much fur, it's really hard for anything to scar. Makes it a bitch to find whips heavy duty enough to really feel though."

"Damnit." Logs groaned as his dad's laughter filled the room.

***

Eventually, the car pulled into the parking lot and Logs and Trunk noticed a large figure with anxiously flaring wings. "Looks like your boyfriend is worried about you." Trunk said kindly.

"Did you call ahead?" Logs asked, anxious about how long Gust had been standing there.

"Yep. Told him we were about an hour and a half away."

"Oh... I... huh, I probably should have done that. Shouldn't I?'

"Don't worry, you were still sort of drunk and definitely out of it. Make sure you take some pain relievers if you get a headache. Need some help getting to your room?"

"Nah.... I think I need to grab... erm... brunch with my boyfriend." Logs tripped over the last word, finding it hard to wrap his head around the idea that yeah, that was what they were. Probably. If Gust wasn't stressed out or angry about last night. Would angry be the right description? That made it seem like it was Logs's fault. Ashamed? He found it hard to imagine someone as built and capable as Gust feeling shame.

Logs took a few deep breaths, letting his racing thoughts spin themselves into knots before getting out of the car. He walked over to Gust, smiling a bit as the anxious fluttering turned into a hard wing boner. Gust looked at his wings and rubbed his temples, as people around laughed.

"Hey." Logs said, walking over.

"Hey." Gust replied.

"So..."

"Umm...."

They both waited for the other person to begin.

"Ok... I'm not great at this so I'm just going to put this out there. I'm hungry, want to go grab food before..." Logs began, then glanced at his watch. Class had started 30 minutes ago. "-instead of class?" Logs offered.

Gust's wings jumped and he smiled. "I'd really like that."

***

They sat together in the dining hall again, eating and fidgeting, not really sure where to begin. "How are you feeling?" Gust finally managed.

"Decently enough. Parents got enough water in me that I'm not feeling awful." Logs replied.

"Good to hear..." The conversation trailed off again. A few minutes later, Logs looked up at Gust, a ghost of a smile playing around his lips. He lifted his foot and brushed it against Gust's leg.

The griffin's wings flared and he tried to pull back. "Sorry!"

"I'm trying to show that I still want to play with you, and that I don't blame you for anything from last night. It was my fault, and you're still damn sexy."

Gust's beak fell open, eyes wide, then he scooted closer, leaning forward on the table, a smile slowly stretching across his beak. Logs's foot slowly ran up Gust's thick calf, playing with his built thighs, and gradually settling on the barely restrained bulge. "So... since we're already missing class... I think we have a few hours to experiment back in the room."

Gust chirped, unable to respond, his head a bit overwhelmed by his suddenly forward roommate.

"So... what are you into? Any fantasies I could fulfill?" Logs asked after a few seconds.

"Umm..." Gust blinked his way back to reality. "I... don't really know. Casual nudity? I just like the idea of... you know, everything being out there..."

"So... you'd like us to try that? No clothes inside the room?"

"That... feels a bit... fast? Maybe... like we could work up to it?"

"You said you play Smash? Strip tournament? Take off clothes for every loss and keep them off?" Logs offered.

"God, that's so stupid and nerdy. Sure. Let's do it. It'll be fun." His wings were practically fully extended, and someone coughed, trying to get by. "Sorry!" He forced them back to their normal position.

***

The two were back at the room, lounging on the couch. Well, trying to. There was a knot of tension between them, as they looked anywhere else. Logs took a deep breath, and started setting up the game, making sure to bend over at the waist, and show off his fairly well-built ass.

He looked back, smiling as he saw Gust's wings flared out again.

The familiar sound of the game echoed around the room as he passed a controller over, and he pulled off his jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch.

Gust's jeans were straining, even more than usual around his sculpted legs. He was taking deep breaths, as he tried not to freak out.

The first fight began, and he blinked as he was blasted off screen in the first 30 seconds following a lengthy combo. "What?!"

"You didn't know? Jiggilypuff has a nearly KO move."

"I knew that, I just didn't expect... fuck you. You're going down." Gust leaned forward, starting to concentrate on the game as Logs reclined, legs going across Gust's lap.

"Come on, give me a challenge." Logs theatrically yawned. Then jumped when both players went offscreen. "... interesting choice when you're already one behind."

"Needed to change the momentum." Gust laughed, and the fight began again. A few moments later, Gust overcommitted and was edge guarded into a loss.

"Fuck! Guess there goes my shoe." He said tugging one off.

"Don't worry, the other will follow soon." Logs smirked.

They both switched characters and tried again.

This time, Logs sighed and threw his shirt across the room, showing off the surprisingly defined abs on his thin frame.

"They're my only muscle group." He complained to Gust.

"Nah, your thighs and calves are pretty good." He disagreed, his eyes roaming over his roommate.

"Aww, thanks. Not going to stop me from beating you." Logs said.

"Hey, if I'm going to be distracted, I might as well make this easier on me." Gust said, as he dropped Logs offscreen again.

"You really enjoy that, don't you?"

"It hurries everything along, and I'm..." He began, trying to recover. "Sometimes able to survive." He finished, barely managing to reach a moving platform.

"Nice get." Logs said, trying to jump around to the platform as Gust started edge guarding.

They were both playing very aggressively, competition and stripping the other person contributing to a reckless fight and dumb moves to lose lives quickly. Shoes, followed by socks, flew across the room, as did Gust's shirt. They were topless, Log's legs across Gust's lap, both of their pants straining, when they decided to start doing a cooperative match. One life lost meant clothes lost.

Logs grabbed Gust and pulled him offscreen. "You asshole." Gust complained, as he eagerly unbuttoned his pants, revealing a straining jockstrap already wet with pre. Logs craned his neck to see through the gap, eyes going wide at the glimpse of thick, veiny, dark shaft. Logs's underpants were clearly outlining his straining erection, but he was mostly covered.

"One more life then we're probably going to be too distracted?" Gust said, eyes glued to Logs.

"You think this will stop us? Come on, let's get dumber."

"What were you thinking?"

"I'll show you next death."

Gust grabbed Logs and jumped offscreen.

"... that was a tad quicker than I had expected." He said, pulling off his underpants, his modest 5 incher springing free.

Gust's nostrils flared, and his shaft surged another few inches. He pulled off his jockstrap, letting his semi-hard shaft dangle across his thigh, still partially hidden within his sheath. His hefty double fist sized balls sagged against the couch, as he looked at Logs.

"Alright, let's see how far we can make it... while I'm sitting on top of you." Logs said. He rolled over, and spread his legs around Gust's sheath, heels resting on the griffon's shins. His back rested against Gust's washboard abs, and his head nestled comfortably into the space between his pecs.

Gust's cock visibly surged, throbbing as Logs spooned. "How's that feel?" Logs asked, settling into the much larger bird.

"Warm? You smell nice..." He trailed off, head near Logs, claws slowly reaching towards Logs's sides.

"Hey, we're not finished yet. Let's see how far we can make it from here."

"Wha? Seriously? We have one life left."

"Let's make it count." Logs's thighs gently squeezed Gust's sheath, encouraging his cock to keep growing. It was fighting against gravity, leaking pre onto the couch, longer than Logs's forearm, but it still could get bigger.

Gusts's wings strained, trying to be as big as they could, but wanting to show off more, as he tried to focus on the game. Logs pushed them into the first mission.

He was clearly enjoying teasing the larger bird, undulating against his chest, grinding against his sheath, forcing him to keep playing as his dick hardened further and further, starting to inch its way up Logs's stomach, then chest, eventually staring him in the face.

"You mind if I lick it?" Logs asked, head swimming in griffin musk and loving it.

"No! Please do." Gust said, strained, as his dick fully hardened, his knot popping out of his sheath.

Logs leaned forward and licked, Gust's spicy, potent musk deepening with a salty note. It... didn't taste good.... But it didn't taste bad. It was... different from categories like that, but Logs was pretty sure that he could start to really enjoy it.

Gust chirped, surprised, but kept trying to play, as veins throbbed in his heavy shaft. Logs kept licking, enjoying how he could get Gust to chirp nearly in time with his playing, teasing his sensitive head and lapping up the slowly increasing flow of pre. He was trying to pay attention to what was happening in the game, but it was getting hard with the massive shiny black shaft in front of him. He grabbed it with his thighs, pulling it closer to his body and put his arms around it, holding his controller on the other side. It was hot, throbbing in time with Gust's slower heartbeat, and, with Gust's intake of breath as he stared at the cute twunk hugging his shaft, pulled powerfully into his tensed abs. Logs licked the shaft again, savoring the scent and flavor, as he kept trying to play, snuggling into his roommate.

Gust was getting a tad distracted, but was still able to play when Logs asked a simple question. "Hey, how sensitive is your knot?"

"Huh?" He said a tad stupidly, before Logs tucked his feet underneath and squeezed. With a cry, Gust's entire body tensed, orgasm hitting him like a truck as he tried to push it away. It didn't work and he unloaded, spraying blast after blast of cum into the air, creating a trail from his dick to the TV and reaching the wall behind it. Logs kept tugging, coaxing more and more, in awe of the spray.

What felt like minutes later, Gust was collapsed against the couch, gasping. He slowly recovered from the orgasm, blinking his way back to reality. "Fuck... how did you do that?"

"What? You never tried knotting something?" Logs asked, sounding surprised.

"Umm... no? I... didn't even know that was really a thing. I think I was a bit on edge because I just spent the last hour playing strip Melee with my cute boyfriend."