Gregor was fuming as he left the cramped demountable building. The exam had gone terribly. A question able some complicated aeronautical navigation had left him nose down, throttle up and screaming toward failure. It was so different to what he had studied for that it might as well have been asking for the flight range of a European swallow. Gregor had hoped pilot license by his thirty-ninth birthday. That wasn't happening now. He'd hoped to have his pilot's license by his thirty-seventh and thirty-eighth birthday too. It would be another sixth months, and several thousand dollars, before he could take the final exam again. He wanted it to be sooner, needed it to be sooner. He wasn't getting any younger. He already saw a few flecks of grey fur growing in his walnut-brown muzzle or at the base of his round ears every time he looked in a mirror. He might be a big man now but age was coming for him, he didn't want to earn his wings too late.

The sound of Cessna throttling down for landing caught his attention. It was making for the airstrip on the other side of the airfield. A gently sloping hill led from where he was to the big hangars and the black tarmac of the strip. He watched the Cessna come in low and flat from the west, it's silvery wings flashing in the midday sun. It was a textbook approach, not too steep, not to shallow. He knew exactly what it would look like from the cockpit. The gold-green of the grass and the black of the tarmac rushing up to fill the world, The gently decreasing purr of the engine, the tug of the controls as the aircraft wanted to stay aloft. A little Cessna that size would have been cramped and awkward for a bear-kin as big as he was. Just by dint of his sheer size Gregor could only fly larger planes, that didn't stop his imagination though; his hands carefully moved in the air, pulling down an imaginary throttle, easing back the stick so his nose went up just as the landing gear got close enough to kiss the ground. He felt the gentle thud as the nose went down and the plane went from something sleek and graceful in the air and became just an unwieldy car. He sighed. Not soft landing for him this time.

The little Cessna taxied into one of the far hangars, it's wings disappearing between the huge doors pulled open by the waiting aircrew. He saw a few of them lounging around in the sun by one of the other hangars. Each of them in greasy, form fitting blue jumpsuits. Gregor smiled as he saw one of them, a Cat-kin in a jumpsuit with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Maybe there was a different kind of landing he could stick.

"Hello there little cat." Gregor said as he came up behind the Catkin. The man spun around lustrous black fur flashing in the sunlight. His smile hit Gregor like a shot of whiskey, clearing his head and laving a pleasant burn in his throat. "Gregor! How'd the exam go?" The Catkin asked. His smile vanished as he saw the frown on Gregor's face. "That bad? What was it this time?" "Navigation," Gregor grumbled, "Something I'd never even heard of it." "Hey there's always next time. I'm happy to help you study again if you want." One of the other ground crew around them snickered. Their "study" sessions were legends around the Airfield. "That's why I'm here. I'd like to go over the question with you now if you have time." Gregor said. Another snicker, cut short by Gregor's scowl. "Shut it Liza. I just want to help. We were in the same Pilot license course last year. I know how hard it is, I'm happy to help." Gregor admired Louis' dedication to the lie. He absolutely had no intention of studying. "Yeah. "Help." Sure thing boss. You two have fun." Liza said with a wink. Louis sighed. Gregor was impressed that Louis could roll his eyes that far back. "Shall we Gregor? Let's leave these guys with their gutter brains." They left the laughing ground crew behind them and went back up the hill. Toward the line of classrooms. They were follow ed by the sound of Louis' crew laughing at them until he turned and hissed, tail standing up, hands clenched into fists. The crew shut up after that. "Sorry, sometimes working with them is like being back in high school. They all need to get laid."
"Like you're about to be?" Gregor said, putting one thick arm around Louis' slender shoulders. "Whatever do you mean? Aren't we just here to study?" Louis said in his best innocent voice, batting his wide eyes like a cherubic child. Gregor laughed hard enough that a couple of the instructors smoking outside another building looked over at them. Gregor waved them back to their cigarettes and pulled Louis tight to his side. He was so small that the tips of his black ears only came up to Gregor's throat. "You know exactly why I came to find you." "Oh really? I have no idea what you mean." Louis said, one eyebrow cocked as he flashed his amber eyes down towards Gregor's tan slacks. "You're lucky it's been a while." Gregor grunted in response. He had known Louis would know what he wanted. The Catkin always did. Gregor lead Louis up a few steel steps and into one of the demountable classrooms. The inside was dark, lit only by thin rays of sunlight that crept in between the cracks of the blinds. They cast lines of yellow light across the cheap plastic chairs and chipwood desks arranged in an angular U around an old projector. "I am so glad I'm not stuck in these anymore. Remember how hot they got last summer? I'm pretty sure I didn't pass because the heat was making it to hard to think." Louis said, leaning back against one of the table and stretching. Gregor smiled watching the smaller Catkin's lithe body arch back, short nose tipped to the ceiling, shoulders rolling back in his jumpsuit.

No more waiting.

Gregor pushed forward, sweeping an arm around Louis and effortlessly pulling him up onto the table as if Louis weighed nothing at all. Gregor leaned in, pushed his lips tightly against Louis' in a desperate kiss. The Cat purred, whiskers brushing gently against Gregor's snout. Gregor spread his two huge hands across Louis' back, pulling him into Gregor's thick, barrel chest. Their kiss grew more frantic. Gregor could taste grease and the sweet, clear taste of Louis' tongue. Lips pressed against lips, tongue brushed tongue and teeth. Already Gregor felt his cock stir in his tight underwear. Gregor growled, one hand reaching up to grip at the thick black fur on Louis' neck. He pulled him away and the cat flashed a smile, mischief in his glowing yellow eyes. Before Gregor could kiss him again Louis effortlessly twisted out of the bigger man's grip and jumped to his feet. "So this is what it's like to be taller than you." Louis smirked. Even standing on the desk Gregor was tall enough that Louis could put his hand on the Bear's shoulders without having to stoop. "Want to see something else from above for a change?" Gregor reach up and pulled open Louis' jumpsuit. The metal snaps opening with a rattle like a starting engine. "Geez," He rolled the overalls off him and tapped his chin like this was the damned aeronautics question that had thrown Gregor's exam into the bin, " What could you possibly be referring to?" Under his overalls Louis was wearing black briefs as dark as his fur. Gregor hastily pulled them down. Louis' hard cock sprung out. Gregor smiled, breathing in Louis' musky smell. He shoved his nose into Louis' underwear, greedily sucking in deep lungfuls of that delicious scent. It surged through him with all the force of a shot of tequila. Blazing down his lungs and making his fur stand on end. Much more of this and he was afraid his underwear would tear open under the strain.

Gregor reached up, delicately wrapping one thick hand around Louis's shaft and the other around his scrotum. Louis purred, a shiver ran from his paws to the tip of his ears. Walnut colored fur a stark contrast to naked pink flesh. It was heat against Gregor's hand, radiating out an intoxicating heat that desperately made Gregor want a taste. Louis purred, a shiver ran from his paws to the tip of his ears.

Gregor's hand moved, delicately stroking Louis with the pads of his fingers ran gently across dark skin, feeling every vein and inch of skin. He squeezed a little harder, moved a little faster. Louis groaned, his head tilted back, whiskers twitching as Gregor sped up. "This isn't what you had in mind was it?" Gregor grunted, hand wrapped fully around Louis; hard cock now, pumping away. "N-not quite" "How about this then?" Gregor said and dashed his head forward, taking Louis' cock in his mouth. Louis' shuddered, his hips bucked forward against Gregor' short snout. Gregor smiled around his cock, looking up to stare into Louis' yellow eyes. The cat reached forward and made to wrap his fingers into Gregor's short brown fur. Gregor's hands snapped up, swatting away Louis's reaching fingers. No touching, not yet. In his mouth Louis was warm and hard, soft skin slid against his tongue. He tasted of salty sweat and lavender soap. Gregor took him all in, pressing his nose hard up against a quivering waist. Every inch of Louis he took in his mouth added another inch to his own swelling cock. His eyes never left Louis' watching for every minute sign of pleasure in his brilliant eyes. This was an uncommon view for Gregor, normally he would be where Louis was but he was enjoying the power of having the other man trapped in his mouth, the damage his thick, sharp teeth could do held back only by Gregor's control. Louis was at his mercy; every feeling under Gregor's control. He kept going until he could feel Louis' legs shaking, hear Louis' moans grow louder and more pitiful and the salty taste grew stronger and stronger. Every touch of his tongue and his lips against skin a sweet agony to the mewling catkin. "S-Stop, I'm going to..." Louis' voice barely more than a whisper. Gregor felt his cock throbbing in his pants. If Louis was about to cum then he wanted to have his fun first.

He pulled his head away, thin stands of saliva and salty pre-cum stretching and breaking from his lips. Louis crumpled onto the table like he'd been hit, body quivering, breath gasping. Gregor smiled, kneeling down to kiss Louis' brow. "Is that better little Cat?" He whispered, lips against Louis' ear. Louis made an unintelligent, animal noise. Something more primal than language, more base instinct than words. But Gregor understood it all the same.

"My turn." Gregor growled and grabbed the front of the white tank top that Louis had had on under his coveralls. He pulled Louis down and off the table. He dropped him to his knees on the rough dark carpet and dug one of his thumbs into the soft hollow of Louis' ear. Louis smiled up at him, delight in his eyes and his thin black tail rhythmically wagged across the carpet.

Gregor dropped hiss tan slacks; the thick outline of his swollen cock was obvious below his black underwear, a tiny darker spot on the fabric showed that he was already leaking excited pre-cum. Louis gasped with excitement and gripped onto the hem of Gregor's underwear. "I think I prefer this view." Louis whispered, excrement gleaming in his eyes. Before sliding off Gregor's underwear and sniffing along the length of the engorged cock that spilled out. "Me too." Gregor grunted his cock strained against Louis' lips for a moment until they parted like hangar doors. He watched as Louis greedily sucked down as much of Gregor's throbbing cock as he could. The Catkin could take only half of the thick shaft before he started to gag. Gregor pulled Louis' ears back, thumbs dug into them and massaging the soft skin inside. Louis purr on his cock felt amazing. He was his own little vibrating toy, the reason Gregor kept coming back to Louis whenever something went wrong and he needed a release from the frustration that gnawed inside his chest. "That's it, get me nice and wet." He kept Louis' head moving, loving the purr and the warm, wet drool that leaked from Louis' mouth around his cock. He felt the pleasure building inside him, a flame burning and growing as it fed on the sensations that danced across his fur. His hands stopped pulling and pushing at Louis' head and his took over. They moved of their own accord, bucking against Louis's mouth, fucking him like the good little toy that he was. Louis' smile never faded, the happy to please look in his bright eyes never vanished even as tears formed at their corners, even as Gregor pushed hard enough that Louis made ugly choking noises around his cock. Any more of this and Gregor would...

Gregor thrust deep one last time, pushing ads deep into Louis' throat as the squirming catkin could manage. He pulled out, thick drool splattering across Louis heaving chest. Gregor stumbled back, hands slipping free of Louis' black fur. The world spun for a moment, a corrugated iron wall looming up behind him and Gregor just barely managed to catch himself before he slammed against it. "I'm sorry," He said, concern in his voice as he looked over at Louis on the floor, "Lost control a little there." "It's alright, nothing I can't handle." Louis said, dabbing demurely at the sides of his snout with one of the sleeves of his coveralls. "Besides, I did what you wanted. You look nice and wet enough now." Gregor looked down, below the dark drool stained hem of his shirt his cock was dripping wet with saliva and pre-cum. A smile stretched across his snout, the faint flecks of grey at the corner of his mouth twitching up. He bared his teeth, his own hungry saliva leaking across his fur. Louis was fully out of his overalls now, thin cock in hand, stroking it lazily as he leaned against the benches. Gregor thought he looked delicious. A blackberry, ripe to be plucked from it's vine/ He crossed the room in two long strides, bundling up the Catkin with his strong arm and pushing him down on the table. Louis was laid across the cold chipboard; that devilish smile still stretched across his face. He purred as Gregor lifted up his legs, Louis feet up. Black toes contrasted against a pale blue shirt. "Yes, please, give it to me." Louis whispered.

Gregor was happy to oblige.

He grabbed his soaking cock with one hand and wrenched one of Louis legs to the side with the other. Black fur darkened to the colour of a moonless midnight on Louis ass. Gregor fumbled for moment, hands shaking with pent up excitement. Just the feeling of that soft fur against the head of his cock was amazing. Slide, slide... There. Louis' eyes opened as wide as they could. Shock, pleasure and pain as Gregor's thrust his cock into him. Louis' nails left shallow gouges in the cheap wood of the table, his lips parted with a gentle moan. Gregor thought he looked absolutely delicious. Evey frustrated thought about the exam melted away as Gregor moved. Louis' tight ass was all he focused on, hips moving to a beat only he could hear. Gregor get his hands wrapped tight around Louis's thighs, holding them wide open so he could watch as every thrust made Louis cock bounce. He was so light that Gregor knew, from first hand experience, that he could move the Catkin any way he liked.

His own, purring fuck toy.

"F-feeling better?" Louis asked between heaving breaths. Gregor didn't bother answering, he just grunted and moved faster, pressing Louis' legs against his chest, each deep thrust pushing him harder and hard against the table. Gregor had no doubt the clattering tables and their own excited noises were making a hell of a racket but he didn't care. He forgot about the frustration, forgot about his disappointment in himself for failing again. All that mattered was his own pleasure; damn the people outside, damn the license test and damn that stupid, fucking question.

Gregor smiled; if he couldn't fly a plane he'd take control of another stick. He dropped one of Louis' legs and grabbed his cock instead. He could feel the thick vein along it's base, felt it twitch with every thrust against the mewling Louis' prostate.

Gregor growled, the sound building up from deep within hiss barrel chest like a furious wave. He had to let it out, he could feel it shaking his ribs, his arms, his feet, the gods-damned windows. He had to let it out, had too... He leaned in, dropping one of Louis' legs. It thumped painfully against the table edge. Gregor didn't care. He wrapped his palm around Louis' erect cock; it was hot and sticky with drying spit. It didn't matter, he pumped his hand up and down it's shaft, matching the movement of his hips stroke for stroke. The last vestiges of logical thought left in him fled like a plane hurtling off a runway. Their movements locked, his own harsh, guttural moans matching the higher, quieter sounds of Louis' pleasure. Nothing mattered but their movements, their noise, the tangy sweet smell of sex as the two of them feel to base, animal instinct. Gregor felt the orgasm growing within him, felt it growing in the way Louis' cock twitched in his hands and the catkins leg tensed around his hand. He moved faster, hand and hips pumping mercilessly away. With one long, final cry Louis came. Hot, sticky semen burst like a ruptured fuel valve, white became grey against Louis' fur and Gregor felt it pour down his hands, matting fur between his fingers. He breathed in deep of it's clean, alkaline smell. Combined with Louis' musk and the smell of engine grease to be a heady mixture that made his already light head spin.
A herartbeat later Gregor came too. Eyes locked with Louis, he pushed in as deep as he could. With each pump of his cock Louis mewed, fingers scratching more gougers into the table top. Gregor took Louis face gently in his hands and smiled.

"Thank you." He whispered and carefully leaned in to kiss the silky fur of Louis' forehead. Louis just limply flapped his hand in response. He was still shaking even as Gregor pulled out and cast about for some way to clean both of them up. They had left a terrible mess on the tables and each other.

"Do you think you'll try again?" Louis said a few minutes later, now cleaned and dress the two of them were sitting in the glorious afternoon sun outside. The clean up had been quick and not perfect but neither of them cared what stories the scratched up desks and new stains in the cheap carpet might tell. "Try what didn't think I had to try with you." Gregor said, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. "Don't make me sound so easy!" Louis laughed, slugging Gregor in the shoulder, something he could really only do because they were both sitting. "I meant your Pilot's license." "Probably. I'm still determined to get up there before it's too late." "Too late? You make it sound like your ancient, you're not that much older than me." "Doesn't matter, I can feel a clock ticking in me. I need to get this shit sorted before I run out of time. Although, I guess that if I fail another time or two more it won't be so bad." "Oh yeah? So you do admit that you're not that old after all?" "No, I just enjoy our study sessions." "Well then, don't take this the wrong way, but I hope you fail every time."