Cass had sat right on LA’s painting.
The doorbell rang.
“Oh fuck!” LA groaned. “The food!” He slid backward, trying to get his legs to cooperate, but they were about as strong as wet spaghetti.
Cass jumped up, squealing miserably. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine!” LA struggled to get his feet under him so he could stand. “I can fix it! I’ll fix it! But first I need pants! Where are my pants?”
“Oh, uh…” Cass turned around frantically.
The painting was still stuck to his ass.
LA grimaced and tried to grab it. Cass turned at the last second and LA’s hand smacked into Cass’s crotch instead. “Wait, why are you wet?”
“Ireallyenjoyed bringing you pleasure—”
LA gawked at the wetness on his hand and then licked it with a lustful sigh.
“Ohsure!” Cass threw up his paws. “You’ll eat my come but a little tiny glob of spit is gross!”
The doorbell rang again.
“Hold that thought!” LA reached around to peel the painting off Cass’s butt and fling it onto the coffee table. A quick glance reassured him that it was salvageable, and he hurried to grab his pants on his way to the door.
“Elly! Here!” Cass clapped his paws.
The pants were instantly on LA. “Thanks!” He took a deep breath and then opened the door, hoping he didn’t look too freshly fucked out.
The food was in a neat—if not very large—pile on the mat, and the driver was already halfway back to their vehicle.
“Thank you!” LA called out to them, giving a quick wave before crouching to attempt picking up all the food.
“Aw, here.” Cass was right behind him and reached over his head to grab the bags up. “I can help!”
“Uh, what if someone sees you?”
“I’m invisible.” Cass giggled, carrying the bounty inside.
“So, if anyone looked over, they’d see what?” LA snorted as he shut the door and locked it. “Floating food?”
“Oh.” Cass’s tail twitched. “I didn’t think about that.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.” LA chuckled and joined Cass over by the couch. He picked up the canvas to get a better look at the damage and…
It wasn’t actually that bad.
The rainbow waves were mostly dry, the only sign of Cass’s butt being some crinkly looking texture probably created by his fur in a few spots that hadn’t completely dried. The gold tube of paint he’d left out to use later had unfortunately exploded across the bottom of the canvas and had the same fun butt fur texture.
Huh.
“I cleaned up the floor and the coffee table,” Cass said quickly. “If you’d like, I can remove the paint from the canvas as well.”
“Can I see your paw?”
“My paw?” Cass tilted his head as he offered it out. “What is it?”
LA grabbed Cass’s paw and laced their fingers together. He pressed the sides of their joined hands into the gold paint on the side of the canvas where it had dribbled over and then pressed them into the big blank space in the center.
