#bull!ryan

“Hold your horses,dickhead, we’re coming!” Geoff yelled back, voice pitched high. Heshook his head irritably, foot scraping across the ground. “Fuck,where the fuck did you drop it?”

“I didn’t lose anything!” Ryan protested, gathering up the clean clothes andtowels. He butted his head gently against Geoff’s. “C'mon, maybeJack knows where it is.”

Jack was indeedwaiting for them, impatiently tapping the missing brush against histhigh.

“What took youassholes so long?” he asked, sounding exasperatedly fond. Geoffsquawked, pointing at the brush with his own brush.

“I was searchingfor that everywhere!”

Jack raised hiseyebrows, giving the other man a look. “It was in the drawer. Whereit always is. Really, Geoffrey, you’d think you know your way aroundyour own house.”

“We haven’t livedhere that long,” he huffed,dropping his brush in the sink while Ryan deposited the clean clotheson the hamper. He motioned to Jack imperiously. “C'mon up. Youshower first, you take longest to get dry.”

“Yeah, if my furdoesn’t clog the drain again,” Jack sighed, rolling his shoulders.He slipped out of his clothes and into the shower easily, though,offering his boyfriends a good view off his furry ass and tail.

“Shut up and hurryup, asshole, I want to get to the good part,”Geoff grumped, jumping when Ryan wrapped his arms around him frombehind.

“Sex?”he inquired bemusedly, carefully dropping his head on Geoff’sshoulder in a way that his horns didn’t clock him one, nor did theytangle up with Geoff’s.

“No,you dickhead,” Geoff countered, smirking as he laid his hands ontop of Ryan’s. “The grooming.”

Theytook turns washing off, quickly shampooing and soaping up fur, hairand skin respectively with their appropriate hygiene products. Geoffand Ryan could get away with sharing shampoo, but Jack’s mane haddifferent requirements.

Afterwards,Jack settled on a chair, Ryan dropping down in front of him on apillow, resting his head in the lion hybrid’s lap. Jack’s chestvibrated, a purr neither the ram nor the bull hybrid were able topick up but could almost feel from this close. Geoff sat down on thebathtub lid, brushing through Jack’s mane carefully, entangling theknots. Ryan sighed contently while Jack rubbed the hornbalm whereskin met the hardened horn.

“Better than sex,”he agreed under his breath, and Jack chuckled.

“Nah,” hedisagreed, his dry fingers carding through Ryan’s blond hair. “Butnearly as good.”