Eric dropped down to the dirt and took a breath of fresh air.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere we are,\u201d the bobcat said, turning toward the back of the truck. \u201cOff the grid for five days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound way too happy when you say that,\u201d Will teased from the other side of the truck. \u201cSure, it’s a pretty place and all that, but did you have to pick somewhere this<\/em> isolated for our little weekend getaway? You saw that road, my poor truck barely made it up the road!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, I did.\u201d Eric grinned as he started undoing the cargo net. \u201cI know you, man. If I’d picked somewhere closer \u2013 say, somewhere with electricity \u2013 you’d have been plugged in all weekend and we might as well not have bothered!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll right, I give.\u201d The jackal laughed, undoing clasps and loosing hooks on his side of the truck. \u201cI’m sure I’ll enjoy it properly once there’s been time for the drive to get out of my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n Conversation ebbed at that point; even for just a handful of days, there was plenty to move from the truck to places in the cabin. The day was warm, the air still, and the trees close on all sides, so they were both panting by the time the truck’s bed was empty. Finally, though, Will slid the cooler onto the tailgate and cracked the lid. \u201cAnd that’s that,\u201d he said, handing Eric a bottle with a comical little half-bow.<\/p>\n \u201cSo it is. Made good time, too.\u201d Eric grinned and twisted the cap off his bottle. He lifted it up in a faux toast, and, when Will had returned the gesture, took a swig of beer.<\/p>\n Will went to take a look around the place; Eric, who’d been here with the cousin who owned it a number of times, took a seat on the tailgate and watched him, nursing his drink. Whatever the black-back did with his fur, it was ideal for days like this; dappled sun played over the white-streaked black fur, accenting its shine rather nicely. It didn’t hurt that, despite Eric’s teasing, Will was by far the more active of the pair; when he stretched upward to inspect the eaves, the somewhat-more-padded bobcat felt a twinge of pure physical envy.<\/p>\n \u201cWant to borrow my camera?\u201d Will called over his shoulder.<\/p>\n Oh, crap.<\/p>\n The jackal burst into a laugh, though he stifled it just as suddenly as it had emerged. \u201cHey, it’s okay,\u201d he soothed, meandering back toward the truck. \u201cIf I was going to flip out on you, I’d have done it years ago. Y’know, back when you first told<\/em> me you were gay.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but…\u201d Eric’s incipient protests about the distinction between having a sexuality and directing it at a particular person died when Will’s free hand came to rest on his thigh. He swallowed, looking past the jackal’s smile and into his intent eyes. \u201cI thought you were straight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUntil two months ago, I had a girlfriend. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t curious.\u201d Will grinned, patting his knee. \u201cYou good for it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, yeah,\u201d Eric breathed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Two friends head out to a cabin to pass a long summer weekend away from it all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[84],"class_list":["post-272","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-one-shot","tag-flash"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=272"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":273,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272\/revisions\/273"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=272"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=272"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=272"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}