Jake coughed out the last glob of salty splooge, scraping it out with his digit. It clung to his paw, and after a minute or two of trying to remove it he just gave up, letting it linger. He was already spooge-covered, what was one more glob of stickiness.
Jake could still see himself in the mirror, just peeking over Nathan’s knees, the erection starting to wane, the cum-covered cat-cock still red and slightly engorged, though shrinking away.
“Well, that was something.” Jake thought, looking at himself in the mirror. There was a small amount of shame, but it was lost to the rational voices that told him this could all be undone in the morning. More than shame, Jake felt just annoyed at his friend for passing out. He flopped back, looking at the canine and deliberating if it was worth trying to wake him, but after yanking on his ball fur for a moment he realized there was little chance of doing that. He thought he might join Nathan, just sleep it off, but the spooge covering his body, the salty musky lingering in his mouth, made that impossible.
While it seemed like exchanging one foulness for another, Jake was regretting not making Nathan piss first, before sleeping. Pissing after masturbating was a good habbit to have, like flossing after eating, and from his perspective he was starting to understand why. He could feel the cum inside of him, lingering in his urethral belly.It was sickening, but without Nathan there was no way of getting it out.
Minute dragged on and Jake started to wonder just how much of the night’s events were out of character for Nathan. He was the messier of the two, but they werre both pretty messy, with similarly untidy rooms that were the bane of each others parents. Theft were two of a kind, but he had hoped that Nathan didn’t fall asleep after cumming in more normal circumstances, that he had the decency to wash off the cum, and not spill out over the floor. He would forgive Nathan for not using the towel tonight, but it did raise questions for the future.
That, and a million other questions.
Did they just have sex, or was that closer to mututual masturbation? Did it matter? Would it happen again? Would he want it to happen again?
Jake was retreating back into the sheath by this point, but was still unable to sleep. His mind was still racing with the implications he was left with, a few more prominent nuggets of information rising to the top of the turbulent soup. He might be gay, he had suspected that for a while, but while it was still hard to tell he was definitely at least bi-curious now. His friend might also be bi, which - again - he had suspected, but he now thought it was incredibly likely, which left him with mixed feelings. In the past Jake suspected that he wasn’t Nathan’s type. With the Chronivac…
Before succumbing to the sheath Jake cast his eyes over to the device, idling on the side of the bed. If it was advanced enough to transform the two of them it should be able to freshen them up, even if he had to wait before transforming again, and maybe even take voice commands. That said, it all sounded like wishful thinking, and even if it did he might exhaust himself before it heard him. A wiser idea seemed to be just trying to get to sleep.
Jake’s vision was consumed by the sheath, bathing him in a warm and musky darkness, only the distant heartbeat keeping him company. It smelt awful, but it was incredibly comfy, too comfy even. Still, unless something got clean he was going to have restless night’s sleep.