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As soon as Dale woke up, he knew that something was off. Not necessarily wrong, but still off. He didn’t feel completely out of place or fallen out of the current realm of reality, he merely felt like his soul had been moved slightly to the left, his mind and body now not at the same place anymore. No pain, just plain old discomfort. Dale was more than familiar with this feeling, it had accompanied him for his entire life, scaring him as a child and causing an inconvenience for him when he became an adult.
He sat up halfway, the blankets slipping off of his body slightly, the cold of the hotel room feeling almost painful this morning. The alarm clock on his nightstand told him that it was just a few minutes past five in the morning, an entire hour before he had to get up. He sighed, his tired eyes flickering towards the gap between the curtains covering the window, his gaze fixing on the dark grey sky which was on the very cusp of becoming lighter with the morning.
No sunrise, even through the darkness, Dale was able to see that it would be another rainy day. He liked rainy days, overcast skies, the absence of the sun. It reminded him of university days long past, fall semester afternoons spent in bed instead of studying, a slight but strong form pressed against his back, switching between muttering complaints about Dale making him fail med school and whispering sweet nothings in his ears. Present day Dale pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, mourning the fact that back then he didn’t appreciate the peace he had enough. But could you even enjoy the peace you currently experience or was that something that could only be appreciated in hindsight, joy that can only be accessed through nostalgia?
Dale didn’t have an answer to that question, the only thing he knew at that moment was that he was deeply tired. Not sleepy, tired, a tiredness that was sitting so deeply in his bones that it caused him physical pain, his limbs and muscles aching. He needed coffee, caffeine, any kind of stimulant, and he needed it quickly. Dale ran his fingers through his hair, or rather he tried to, immediately meeting resistance from the hairgel he hadn’t washed out the night before. He did that from time to time, not because he was too lazy to shower in the evenings, but rather because it made him feel safe to go to sleep with a proper hairstyle, almost like an armour.
“You know that this will make your hair break off at some point in the future? At least brush it out or something, sleeping like this just damages your hair,” he remembered being said to him while lying in the university bed he had just remembered. He also remembered how harshly he had reacted back then, whipping his head back and biting out an uncharacteristically angry, “Albert, I don’t think that my hair is any of your business and I would appreciate it, if you could leave me alone with your unnecessary concerns.”
He had regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, as soon as he saw his then lover stare at him with equal parts pain, shock and anger. After spending a few more months in that bed together, Albert’s gaze transformed from pain and anger to love and concern, love for Cooper and concern for why his lover sometimes needed to style his hair to go to sleep, needed to know everything about Tibet and esoteric studies, needed to drink exactly two cups of coffee before doing anything else in the morning, needed to lock himself in his bedroom when everything became too much and too loud, needed to cry when he woke up in the morning and felt like his soul was moved out of his body slightly to the left.
Dale folded his hands on top of the expensive white comforter the Great Northern changed every three days, remembering how Albert held him on the day Dale realized that he would never be able to integrate completely into mainstream society, the realization that esoteric knowledge would always be more accessible to him than the societal expectations centered around how to show emotions properly.”It’s allright,” he had whispered into his dark hair again and again, “you are alright, there’s nothing wrong with you,” while Dale shook with sobs for the first time after reaching adulthood. “Who cares that you can only show one singular emotion, who fucking cares? You know so much about angels, the angels are way more important than emotions.”
Back then, it had been the angels Dale had been obsessed with, a thick stack of books about them still resting next to his bed at home.
Back then, Dale had expected to grow out of this weird feeling, leaving it behind with his twenties and his university dorm room. However, adulthood came sooner than expected, greeting him with the same person he was in the past and presenting him with the possibility of a diagnosis that would make it impossible for him to work for the FBI. So, he gritted his teeth and sometimes woke up with his skin feeling too tight and his soul just slightly out of his body.
The worst thing about this morning was that he woke up alone, something that happened way too frequently in his opinion, especially considering the fact that he was seeing not one but two men recently. Not in a hallucination way, but in a romantic way. But Albert, who had been by his side for so many years now, refused to move to Twin Peaks and was instead leaving for Seattle again and again. And Harry, who he had only been in an undefined relationship for a few weeks now, was too scared to spend his nights in Dale’s hotel room, always leaving hastily after making love to him in the evening.
“That’s rude,” Albert had commented over the phone, when Dale had once called him right after Harry had closed the door as quietly as possible, “I get that this backwater village is probably stuck in medieval times when it comes to men loving each other, but he could at least cuddle with you for an hour or so. Or, I don’t know, hold his palm up to yours and say some bullshit about how his is so much bigger than yours.” “I have quite big hands, so I don’t know about that,” Dale had answered, naked and slightly confused, “I think he’s still coming to terms with himself. At least in the sexuality department. I think he’s okay with him being inside of me, but maybe being romantic with me would be too much and he’s too scared to find out-”
“Well, he could figure his emotions out way easier, if he managed to stay in bed for a few minutes and stare at your eyes or something instead of jumping out of the window as soon as he finished nutting in you.” “He has never jumped out of the window before, but that would be quite the sight.” So, Dale was cursed with waking up alone, the only one keeping him company being Diane in the form of his tape recorder, but a tape recorder couldn’t wrap its arms around him.
At least he hadn’t woken up with Audrey lying next to him. This particular fear was still the reason why he locked the door twice before going to sleep every night. Doing that didn’t keep any prophetic giants out of the room, but it worked for girls that were too young for him. However, he was currently suspecting that Audrey was crawling through the walls during the night as well as during the day. But maybe, he was just losing his grip on reality with each night he stayed at the Great Northern. At least the singing Scandinavians had left and took their noise with them.
Dale sighed, glancing at his alarm clock once again and realizing that less than twenty minutes had passed. He attempted to lay down again, pulling the sheets halfway over his face, but his neck was too stiff for him to relax, the pain in his muscles forcing him up again. What a life he was living. He quickly stepped into the small bathroom, undressing with his back to the mirror and avoiding his own reflection when he went into the shower. A sigh escaped his lips upon realizing that he was very close to running out of his own shower products, the thought of soon using sterile hotel soap, instead of turmeric body soap and almond shampoo bought at his favourite central asian shop in Seattle, made his inner frustrations grow even more.
Maybe he could call Albert and tell him to bring him some the next time he visited Twin Peaks? He rested his head against the tiles, suddenly too tired and overwhelmed to clean himself. How he wished that someone was with him right then, telling him to calm down and shower him with strong hands. The thought was barely sexual to him, it was calming to him, a deep peace that was just out of reach for him. He could see it, in all its details, but he couldn’t reach out and grab it, claiming it as his own.
Staring at the white-yellow tiles, Dale washed the hairgel out of his hair, rubbing his fingers just the tiniest bit too harshly against his scalp, only noticing that he had scratched himself when he pulled his hands away and the dull ache stayed on top of his head. Underneath this water spray of the shower, Dale stared at his fingers, running his hands once again through his hair, then stared at his shaky fingers once again. No blood, only pain. Good, but not great. Then the water turned cold, making Dale let out an involuntary yelp and wonder if a hotel like the Great Northern should ration their warm water like this. However, he wasn’t paying a lot for his stay, so he didn’t feel like he had the right to complain.
But were there even other hotels in Twin Peaks that weren’t singular rooms over stores that most likely had one use and one use only? Not that Dale had never spent a night in a hotel room like that. A man like him who liked to lay down with other men needed to make peace with cheap hotel rooms, otherwise his neighbours would start to ask uncomfortable questions sooner than later. A roommate wasn’t something that raised eyebrows easily, rent was something that everyone would like to split, but walls in apartment complexes were thin in North America. So, Dale learned to appreciate nights spent in cheap motels where everyone minded their business, because after all everyone was there because they were either running away or hiding from something. Sometimes that something was themselves. Very often that something was themselves.
Very few went into these small rooms with the charm of a shoebox because they were on vacation, people went there because they wanted to do things that they couldn’t do at their own apartment two blocks away. There was still a polaroid in Albert’s wallet, tucked between his ID and driver’s license, that showed Dale lying on top of one of these seedy hotel room beds. It was taken a few years ago, on their anniversary, when Dale had promised Albert that he would prepare a surprise for him if he booked a motel room for the both of them. On the little polaroid, Dale was lying on white sheets, his dark hair the same colour as the little lacey underwear he was wearing, combined with the sheer negligee that came with it, both of it a stark contrast to the dark sheets.
His arms raised above his head, posed in a way that made his lover tuck the picture in a place where only he could see it, but still look at it whenever he wanted. That night, Dale had felt truly beautiful, he was often told that he was handsome, well put together, and on a surface level he knew that to be the truth, but the events of that night had whispered the word beautiful right into his soul. The shower long turned off, Dale’s face still pressed into the wet tiles, the agent was lost in his thoughts and memories.
He had been nearly deathly afraid, when he had put on his little anniversary outfit in the small bathroom, his heart beating so far up his throat that he feared that he would throw up as soon as he opened the door separating the bathroom from the bedroom. He could still smell the flowery scent that had filled the small space, could still hear Bruce Springsteen playing from the other room. After a while, he had to realize that Albert would start to worry about him passing out or something if he didn’t open the door soon. When he had finally turned the doorknob, slipping into the half dark motel room as quietly as possible, Albert hadn’t even noticed him at first.
He had looked so fucking handsome during that night, still wearing the suit he had put on for the restaurant they had booked a reservation for as “friends just eating dinner together”, the only thing missing now being his shoes and his tie just slightly loosened. He had been lying on his side, a cigarette gleaming between his fingers and his eyes fixed on the sun going down outside. When he had finally noticed that Dale had entered the room and turned around, his face had been filled with something akin to shock. But before Dale had been able to run away, lock himself away in the bathroom and bask in his shame, Albert had crawled across the bed, slapping his palm against the sheets and whispering “Come here, come on, get over here.”.
Dale hadn’t even gotten the chance to get on the bed by himself, as soon as he had stood by the queensized bed, Albert had wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled Dale’s form on top of him. “Dale Cooper, I am afraid that I am going to do things to you tonight that are very unfitting to you being the most beautiful man in the universe.” Dale had wanted to protest against being called that, but after being pushed into the sheets, he hadn’t been able to talk properly for the rest of the night, his words only returning to him when he had his polaroids taken.
There was a second one hidden away at the bottom of his nightstand, that showed him looking over his shoulder, a slightly blurry hand with a very expensive watch on the attached wrist in his hair, grabbing the strands that had become loose with sweat. “When do you even look at this picture?” he had once asked Albert when he had already lived in the hotel in Twin Peaks, his phone pressed tightly against his ear.
“When I get too jealous of you fucking around with your little cowboy sheriff. I am alright with you fucking other people, if I weren’t then I wouldn’t have agreed to all of this. But with you so far away and your nightly calls describing that man as if he was a highschool crush right out of a C-tier movie, I cannot help but have trouble falling asleep. During nights like these, it’s good to remind myself who you truly belong to, or rather who you will always have belonged to first.” Dale didn’t know what to do with this possessiveness, so he had instead started to describe the marriage rituals of ancient Tibet which was met with soft laughter and a loving “Good night.” at the other end of the line. Dale loved Albert and he knew that Albert loved him back.
Dale also loved Harry, but he didn’t know anything about the feelings that laid between the donuts they sat in front of every day. And it wasn’t like he could just ask.
Dale was torn back into present reality by the cold starting to spread through his body, his pale form starting to shiver. He couldn’t have lost track of time for too long, the mirror was still fogged up from the steam of the shower he just took. When he wiped away the condensation with his right hand, he was met with his own face, his complexion white and slightly gaunt, eyebags underneath his eyes that were rimmed with a thick line of pink, his eyelashes standing out against the pinkish skin underneath them.
He didn’t look sick, he just looked like he slept horribly and hadn’t recovered from it yet. Stepping out into the bedroom again, he got dressed quickly before entering the bathroom once again, brushing his hair back while it was still wet, fixing it in place with hairgel. At least he still had more than enough of that, but also running out of gel wouldn’t pose a problem, the stuff he was using was expensive, but he would most likely find it at the local mall since it wasn’t as esoteric as his soap.
“I really need to call Albert and tell him to buy soap and shampoo for me and bring it the next time he comes here,” he whispered into the quiet room, wondering if he should add a quick “Good morning, Audrey,” in case the young girl was crawling through the walls again. He decided against it. Instead, he quickly gave his look the few necessary finishing touches before making his way out of his room and down the hallway. He was earlier than usual for breakfast, but breakfast time here always started earlier than he got up, so that wouldn’t pose a problem.
What would absolutely pose a problem was the fact that he was way more on edge than he had realized in the protected loneliness of his room. With every step he took down the hallway, with every person he passed, his strained patience was wearing more and more thin. There was something wrong, the feeling familiar but nonetheless grating. He resisted the urge to throw himself at one of the wooden walls and entered the dining hall with a thin-lipped smile, seating himself farther back than he would usually do.
He put his elbows on top of the table, resting his chin on his folded hands, looking around the room and wondering if the decor had always been this hideous. Yes, Twin Peaks mainly lived from the lumber business but why did the entire hotel need to be made out of nothing but wood? They surely could have found a tile or stone somewhere if they looked hard enough. For a second, he missed the sleek minimalism of the restaurants and cafés back home, however he also knew very well that he wouldn’t mind the wood if he was surrounded by it while drinking coffee in bed with a very special curly haired sheriff. His jaw was so tense that his molar teeth creaked in protest, the agent having to force himself to relax when the waitress came, smiling sweetly to take his order.
“Coffee?” she asked, looking down at him with the same fondness as every day. “Of course,” he answered, pointing at her as if she had just had the revelation of the day. “Is milk coffee alright with you?” A pause. “I would like my coffee black, if possible?” Another pause, the waitress shifting from one foot to the other. “Sadly, we only have milk coffee and milk coffee with sugar today. The machine broke and we had to get a few pots of it delivered from the local diner. All of them are with milk, because that is what most people have for breakfast.”
Dale suppressed a sigh, the waitress couldn’t do anything to change this situation, but he also couldn’t help but feel even more irritated. He always had black coffee, he only had black coffee and he was pretty sure that he couldn’t get anything down that wasn’t the drink in its pure form. In his opinion milk coffee wasn’t even coffee, but rather a milkshake. It made his throat feel weird and sticky and somehow he couldn’t shake off the feeling that it wasn’t able to wake him up properly, at least not as well as black coffee did.
“Then I’ll take the coffee with milk without sugar,” he said, hoping that his voice wasn’t too out of line. Maybe he could stop by the R&R diner on his way to the station, but he couldn’t do that without getting some kind of caffeine into his system first. The waitress filled his cup up nicely, giving him a slightly concerned smile, “Are you alright, Sir? I don’t want to seem rude, but you look more tired than usual?” “It’s nothing. Just tired. Maybe I’m coming down with a cold,” Dale replied, the answer coming out of his mouth easily, it was an excuse that he had used many times before. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. It is getting quite cold quickly. Fall really is quite the number out here. Make sure to dress warmly and have some lemon ginger tea before bed.”
Dale gave her a thumbs up which was met with a smile and a nod, then he was alone again. He took a few sips of his coffee, pulling a face at the too milky sweet flavour. His neck still hurt and the heavy milk made him feel slightly sick. “What a bullshit morning,” he thought to himself. At least he would be able to match Albert’s cynical energy when he called him before making his way to the R&R diner. He wished that he would have brought a book with him, his mind was just as twitchy as his body and he desperately wanted to keep his brain occupied with something. At least today wouldn’t be a too busy day, they only had one interview scheduled with Shelley, otherwise it would be a slow day.
He didn’t know how to feel about this, he was glad that he didn’t have too much to do, didn’t have to use his brain too many times, however he would also kind of appreciate it if there was something to do that took his mind off of things. He took another sip of his milk coffee. As expected, he didn’t like it. He really didn’t fucking like it. Too sweet, too sticky. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest, looking around as non-chalantly as he could, seeing that multiple people around him were smoking.
“Excuse me,” he said to the man sitting at the table next to him, “Could I borrow a cigarette by any chance?” The man looked up from his newspaper, nodding before reaching into his jacket and offering the opened pack to Dale who gladly took one. “Need a light too?” Dale nodded in response, avoiding the other man’s gaze, shielding his downturned eyes with thick dark lashes. The little flame flickered for a moment, letting the end of the cigarette catch fire, Dale breathing in the earthy smoke.
“Am I interrupting something?” The question came from above both their heads, breaking the tension of the moment at once. Dale looked up, locking eyes with Albert who stood next to his table, holding a folder in his right arms, his left hand resting on the back of Dale’s chair. Dale didn’t say anything, just continued to blink up at Albert, wondering why in the world the man was here right next to him. The man at the table next to them had seemingly realized that the two of them had something going on, shaking his head at Albert’s question before continuing to read his newspaper.
“May I sit down?” Albert asked, doing so without waiting for Dale to answer. “Now, Albert I don’t want to seem rude or anything, but what in the world are you doing here?” Albert scoffed in reply, taking his dark blue coat off and hanging it over the back of his chair, putting his sunglasses on top of the table. “Well, they found some blood in the forest and they would like to know what kind of creature it belonged to while it was still alive. If it’s a human, you’ll have a very busy rest of the day, if it’s some kind of woodland animal, you can run off to suck the sheriff’s dick. Or maybe fuck me for once for a change.”
Dale knew that the last part was supposed to get a rise out of him, but he couldn’t get over the fact that Albert appearing so suddenly was overthrowing his plans of calling him completely. “Yeah, but why are you here?” He really wanted his favourite soap and he could only get that soap in Seattle, so he needed to call Albert to bring it to him, but with Albert already here… “Are you alright, Coop? You are smoking and you never smoke unless you are about to lose your shit.” “Now, Albert, I am very much alright and fine, I am an adult and I am allowed to smoke a cigarette if I want to.”
He took another drag, noticing that his cigarette was almost finished. “While I’m at it, do you mind giving me another one?” Albert shrugged, taking out a pack, offering one to Dale and sticking one between his own lips. A tense moment of silence spread between them, Dale staring at the table and Albert staring at Dale. “It’s just that I’m almost out of soap.” The silence continued. “You should have called before coming here, it’s throwing me off that you are now just suddenly sitting next to me. And really, my soap will barely last me another two showers.”
He raised his gaze to look at Albert who was looking at him with equal parts fondness and concern. “As long as you are not out of hair gel.” “Oh, fuck you, Albert,” Dale burst out, way louder than he had intended, a few heads turning. The concern in Albert’s eyes grew. “Christ, barely seven in the morning, I’ve been driving all night and now special agent Dale Cooper is smoking and swearing right in front of me? I’m not blind and I know what it looks like when something is wrong,” he paused, taking a drag from his cigarette and quickly ordering a coffee from the waitress, “Listen, I would have called you to tell you that I’m coming here and I would have also talked to you about soap or whatever, but I was called at eleven o’clock at night, I already had my pajamas on and everything. I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer, so assumed that you were already asleep. And I didn’t want to interrupt your visions of whatever visited you last night.”
Dale pulled a face, Albert was right, there was nothing to argue against. He stubbed out his cigarette, watching how Albert was served his coffee, gesturing at his own cup with a smile to get another. He still hated the milky taste, but he needed to wake up quickly, so he could go to the double R and get some real coffee. He was aware that this would mean that would have already had four cups of coffee before starting his work day, but Dale had messed up his caffeine tolerance a long time ago.
“Sucks that they don’t have real coffee this morning, huh?” Albert asked, the concern in his voice palpable, the man trying to lure Dale out of whatever shell he had retreated into. “Yeah. I’ll get some at the double R diner before driving to the sheriff’s office.” Albert stayed silent in response, staring at Dale with knitted eyebrows. “Oh, Albert, don’t tell me that it burnt down overnight or some shit like that.”
“It didn’t burn down, no, I would have already told you that because that could be relevant to your investigations. However, I actually wanted to stop by there to bring you some cherry pie and apparently they are closed for the next two days because they are busy deep cleaning and decorating the place. They only made the coffee for the hotel out of the goodness of their hearts or some shit like that. Some lady with a log told me that there’s some kind of restaurant critic coming to town? I don’t know, I didn’t really listen, I was too focused on her log, I get that people here like wood, but holding it like a child…”
Albert was still talking, but Dale wasn’t listening anymore. There were too many changes of plans this morning, waking up weird, no proper coffee, Albert showing up without his soap and now his second chance to have black coffee was also gone.
Dale faintly noticed that Albert wasn’t talking anymore, instead looking at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his body slumped down into the chair. Dale’s eyes fixed themselves on the other man’s suit crinkling upwards, the tiny american flag fixed on one of the laps slightly crooked with how the fabric was bunched up. “I bet you can get some at the sheriff’s office. That receptionary isn’t very bright, but she makes good coffee I guess.” “Don’t talk bad about Lucy. Don’t act like you are any better or smarter than the folks here in Twin Peaks.” “Jesus, Dale, I have a medical degree, of course I am smarter than…” Albert paused, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut in something akin to exhaustion.
“Of course, he’s exhausted, he drove for the entire night to get here,” Dale thought to himself. “Listen, Coop, I feel like you are having a bad day. And that’s okay. But I also know that there’s a method that can tear you out of that. Shut your brain off and restart it. It has worked in the past and there’s no reason to doubt that it will also work in the present. So, how about we go upstairs, to your room or mine, put your mind to rest and then start our day?” Dale sighed, deeply exhausted. He knew exactly what Albert was talking about and he also knew that Albert was right, the two of them had found out many years ago what they needed to do with each other to put Dale’s mind to rest.
Or rather what Albert needed to do to Dale, what he needed to inflict upon him. Dale closed his eyes, thinking about it for a moment, then he shook his head definitely. “We don’t have the time for that. I’d love to, but we don’t have the time.” He looked at his wristwatch and knocked back the last bit of his disgusting milk coffee.
“We are almost late already in fact,” he added, getting up, Albert following him suit, “I completely lost track of time. How strange, that never happens to me normally.” Albert looked at him putting on his coat, his hands reaching out slightly as if he wanted to offer his help, but was too shy to do it properly. Dale ignored him, straightening the beige lapels of his coat and giving Albert a superficial smile. He knew that Albert recognized that it was superficial, but better than nothing, right?
The drive to the station was quiet and tense, Dale staring out of the passenger seat window, ignoring Albert’s frequent sideway gazes. Outside the grey skies of Twin Peaks flew by, the dark green douglas ferns waving their branches against the lowhanging rain clouds. Dale wondered if the skies would break today, he would appreciate some rain, the air had been awfully humid recently. Maybe, if the skies were able to break, then he could break free from this awful tension too. The car stopped, Dale looked up to see that the traffic lights were red.
He couldn’t ignore Albert’s stares anymore, staring back at him underneath dark lashes. “Is there anything that I can do for you right now? Not to take the edge off completely, but to get you through the rest of the day,” Albert asked, his voice calm and neutral. Dale didn’t answer, silence spreading through the car. The traffic light was still red, two pairs of eyes staring at each other. Albert didn’t say anything else, because there was nothing that needed to be said. Still red, still silent.
Then Dale raised his right hand, without saying anything, and backhanded Albert right across the face, the force whipping the other’s head forward. Immediately, the skin on his cheek turned dark red, a dark line forming on top of his cheekbone. “Thank you,” Albert rasped, his voice raspy with shock.
“No problem,” Dale answered, sitting back in his car seat again, his muscles a bit more relaxed. The light turned green, Albert started the car again. Five minutes later, they arrived at the sheriff’s office, Dale ignoring the heat between his legs, knowing that Albert had the exact same issue while they got out of the car. “I’ll be okay,” he said before pushing the glass doors open, “I’ll get through the day, don’t worry.”
A few hours later, special agent Dale Cooper realized that he was indeed not okay and that he would not get through the day without any problems. The interview with Shelley got delayed again and again until it was finally completely cancelled in the early afternoon. There was black coffee available, thank God, but Dale just couldn’t get rid of the taste of milk coffee out of his throat. He had downed three cups of black coffee over the course of the early noon, the caffeine making his hands shake and his eyes twitchy.
There was nothing to do and it was driving him up the walls. The upcoming rain was keeping them from going out into the forest or outside in general, because apparently the people of Twin Peaks were made out of sugar. Lucy was still annoyed at the entire world, keeping phone calls short and taking notes so forcefully that you could think that the paper had insulted her entire bloodline. Andy was somewhere doing something and Harry was with him, making sure that the furniture around him was staying intact.
Albert was downstairs, bent over a steel table covered in various glass trays that held chemicals Dale didn’t recognize. The mysterious blood was the only thing keeping Dale from jumping out of the window or simply running out of the station. He felt like a wild animal forced into a too small cage, huddled on the floor, too scared to stick his head through the bars. Dale was sunk as far down as possible into his chair, the back of his suit jacket pressed against the artificial leather. He squeezed his eyes shut and flexed his fingers, his gaze etching itself into the wood of the wall in front of him. Almost desperately, he wanted to talk to someone. But Albert was busy, focused on his work.
Just an hour ago Dale had tried to talk to him just to get his mind off of things, but Albert hadn’t expected him, flinching when Dale entered the room, dropping a small vial of… something… and cursing underneath his breath. He also couldn’t go to Harry to complain, because the other had never seen Dale in this state before and he was afraid that Harry would react negatively or disturbed. However, this made him think about how, if the two of them were to move in together, he was supposed to hide his bad days and if he would even be able to hide for very long. But maybe, his bad days would simply disappear if he finally moved in with Harry and lived that peaceful life in the forest in the mountains.
A small house, quiet days, quiet nights, peace on earth. Dale sighed, swivelling his chair to the right. “You don’t even know if Harry would want to move in with you. Or if he would want to be in a committed relationship with you. He hasn’t even spent the night with you. And you haven’t fucked at his place yet,” he thought to himself. He swivelled his chair to the left. “And how would Albert fit into this whole thing? Would you be able to leave him behind just to get with Harry? Would that make you happy or miserable?”
His neck hurt so fucking badly. He couldn’t get rid of the tension running down the muscles from his head, his jaw tensed up so tight that his teeth were creaking. Dale needed to stop thinking and he needed to stop it soon. His mind was near to breaking with how fast his thoughts were racing, his breathing was becoming more and more quick, and there was a twitch in his right eyelid that he didn’t seem to be able to get under control. He pressed his hands against the sides of his head, straightened his gelled down hair which wasn’t necessary but simply done out of nervousness.
Then he got up, straightened his suit jacket and left the room with long swift steps. Harry would find out about his bad days someday someway, it was inevitable, so why not rip the bandaid off and just do it today. Why the fuck not. Dale was pretty sure that his mind wasn’t in the right place to form any proper thoughts, so he probably shouldn’t make decisions like that right then, however his mind was also not in the right place to stop himself from doing that.
It was almost dark outside, the afternoon flying by Dale without him noticing it at all. He almost felt like it was just a few seconds ago that he and Albert had entered the station. The halls were pretty empty, the day had been extremely slow and uneventful, so there hadn’t been many workers present and the few that were had left early. As if on command, Andy walked by him with his coat already on, waving in his direction with a bright smile, “Bye, agent Cooper! See you tomorrow!” Dale forced himself to smile back, Andy’s joy was always so sincere that it was impossible not to get infected by it. “Wait, Andy, where’s Harry?” he quickly asked, getting his response in the form of a finger pointed at the door at the end of the hallway.
The two men exchanged a thumbs up, then they parted ways. The door in front of Dale intimidated him in ways that he had never experienced from a piece of wood before. Of course, he had stared at a door before, anxious that someone would open it and burst into the room he was in, but he had never been in the position before that made him fear opening it himself. The longer he stared at the door, the less it appeared to serve its function of opening to another room, with every second ticking by it felt like the door was becoming more and more part of the wall that framed the sides of it. After a while, Dale decided that it was indeed impossible to open the door, turning on his heel to go down the hallway once again, when a familiar voice appeared behind him.
“Cooper? Is there something you need from me?” Dale turned around like a deer caught in the headlights, all facial muscles tense and his eyes wide. If this sight disturbed Harry, he only showed it by tilting his head to the side like a worried dog. Meanwhile, Dale’s mind was going into overdrive once again. How the fuck should he start this conversation? There was no time to ponder that question anymore, Harry was right in front of him, expecting an answer, expecting Cooper to give him a proper response. Should he give context? For the situation or for what he was about to ask him? And how much? How much would keep Harry by his side and how much would mean the pre-mature end of their undefined relationship?
“I haven’t even slept over at his cabin yet,” Dale thought, “It would be a shame if our liaison ended here and now.” Harry made an expectant noise, sending a rush of adrenaline through Dale’s system. He needed to think of something, he needed to… “Harry, how familiar are you with the concept of spanking?” Okay, that was probably not the best way to start this conversation, but what was said was said. “Spanking? Like hitting someone on their…” Harry didn’t finish his question, a pinkish blush staining the upper parts of his cheekbones. Dale nodded. “Not very much, I have to admit. My parents didn’t do that sort of thing, they always kept my scoldings purely verbal,” Harry said, scratching his neck nervously.
“Is that part of the case? Have you found another diary or…” “No Harry, this hasn’t got anything to do with the Laura Palmer case or any other case in general. This question was purely private in nature.” Harry blinked. Dale stared. “Then, can you please repeat the question, I think I lost track of my own thoughts.” “Harry, I am asking you how familiar you are with the concept of spanking between two enthusiastically consenting adults.” Harry’s eyes widened, things were starting to add up behind his eyes and it seemed to make him more and more nervous with every second. He quickly leaned out of the doorway, looking left and right to make sure that no one was around to listen to their conversation.
“Are you asking me if I am into stuff like that? Like sexually?” Harry asked, keeping his voice as quiet as possible. “Harry, you hit the nail on the head. Now answer quickly, because there is another question that I want to ask you, but if I do so greatly depends on your answer,” Dale said, holding his hand out to Harry in anticipation. The sheriff scrubbed his hand over his face, once again leaning out of the doorway to check the hall, then he grabbed Dale by the shoulder and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind them.
“We could have continued our conversation in the hall, there is no one except us left in this station. Well, there is Albert down in the basement, but I can promise you that he does not care at all about us talking about this subject. If we wanted to, we could also talk in the entrance area, it’s nice and light out there, but also a bit scary because it’s quite deserted…” Harry interrupted his disjointed rambling, “Dale.” Just the man saying his name caused Dale’s mind to go blank, his lips shutting and his eyes fixed on Harry in anticipation.
Silence spread throughout the room, settling on the dusty shelves along with the darkness surrounding them. Dale pressed his lips shut as tightly as he could, biting his lower lip to keep himself from talking even more. “Dale,” Harry repeated himself, “I… No, I have never spanked anyone before. Not sexually or in any other way. Now, can you please tell me why you want to know that?” Dale stared at the space between Harry’s eyebrows, shifting from one foot to the other.
“It’s not that I particularly want to know if you are familiar with that act in a sexual way. But that depends on what you think about sex in general, when it starts for example. Or what sex is. Or what the difference between sex and simply caring for someone is. Because what I am talking about may be viewed differently by you if you define…” Harry shook his head, grabbing Dale by his upper arm and opening the door at the same time. “You are not making any sense, Dale, and I am afraid that it’s not getting any better if we continue to stand here,” Harry said, guiding the federal agent down the corridor towards the staircase leading down to the basement, “but luckily, there’s a guy in here who kind of knows how your mind works.”
Dale knew that Harry was talking about Albert, but his racing mind refused to think about what it would mean if Harry was going to talk to Albert about all this. All he knew was that he was overstimulated to the point of sweating through his hairgel, a few strands already have come loose, sticking to his forehead as if he had just come out of the shower. He was able to feel Harry’s body temperature through the multiple layers of his suit and he was surprised that the added sensation didn’t make him feel even worse, but instead grounded him.
It felt good being led around and he embraced the opportunity of not having to decide every step that he was going to do next. Harry looked back at him as if he was leading a feral animal on a leash and was now checking whether or not it was baring its teeth yet. No, there was no fear in his eyes, only concern. Concern for Dale. He didn’t know what feeling that unleashed inside of him. And after all, it was no use to discern what emotion one felt when one’s mind was overridden with every emotion at once, causing the brain to feel no emotion at all, only the body left to deal with the physical consequences of an nearing emotional breakdown.
With every step they took down the stairs, the cold of the basement became more and more prominent, the autumn night seeping in through the walls and only minimal heating inside combatting it. The main laboratory that the sheriff’s office worked with was located in the hospital of Twin Peaks, however, for small experiments, they used a little sterile room in the basement.
A little sterile room in which Albert was currently waiting for the results of the blood samples. When Harry opened the door after knocking exactly two times to circumvent Albert cussing him out for simply entering, Albert was already in the middle of cleaning up the steel tables.
“It was deer blood. Multiple deer in fact. I also found the blood of a wolf mixed among it, so I suppose that our furry culprit is no one that we can put in handcuffs. I don’t know if I should feel happy that your hole of a village doesn’t have another murder victim, or if I should feel offended that you forced me to travel down here because an oversized dog mauled a… May you want to tell you are handling Cooper like a main suspect right now? Or are you scared that he’ll float away if you don’t hold him down? You know that if he talks about ‘transcending’, he doesn’t mean that he is actually flying away into other dimensions, I know that you probably don’t have proper education over here but I sure hope that you are able to tell the body apart from the mind. Do you even know how to spell metaphysics?”
Dale kind of wanted to intervene and tell Albert that metaphysics wasn’t the main subject of transcendental practice, however he had the underlying feeling that his explanation wouldn’t be welcome right now. “It’s good that it’s deer blood,” he said instead, not attempting to break free from Harry’s grip in any way, “bad for the deer, but good for the people of Twin Peaks. And it’s the law of nature, isn’t it?” “Yeah, yeah, that is all very great,” Harry said, his voice hurried and impatience lying thick underneath his words, “Listen Albert, you know this guy better and longer than I do, so maybe you know what the fuck he is talking about.”
He paused, waiting for Albert to respond in some way, the pathologist instead simply standing there, gesturing vaguely with his right hand. “Uh, I don’t know how to start this actually, so he,” Harry pulled at Dale’s arm as if he tried to show of a mysterious subject that he couldn’t make sense of, which Dale was weirdly okay with, “he has just now suddenly appeared in front of me in the hallway and asked me…” he lowered his voice, visibly embarrassed, “he asked me if I was into spanking in a sexual way? And now he just keeps rambling and I cannot get a proper answer out of him, so now I decided to ask you instead?”
Albert raised his hands over his head, picking up a towel and continuing to wipe down the lab tables. “It really bothers me how you talk about Cooper as if he isn’t present, when he sure is,” he pointed the cloth at Cooper, “Also, have you even bothered to answer the question? I mean, I know that the two of you are sleeping with each other, so don’t act like questions like that are throwing you off that immensely.” Harry looked back at Dale with his eyebrows raised, the unasked question hanging between them. “He’s my friend Harry. We talk on the phone from time to time and sometimes that time is right after we… well, after we do what we do in my hotel room and you leave before I fall asleep. That can make a man feel alone and that’s when I call him. And of course, we talk about what happened directly before,” Dale responded, his voice soft and quiet.
“Sheriff Truman, can you please add two and two together, so we can get going?” Albert’s voice came from the other side of the room, the man in the middle of putting coat on. The cogs behind Harry’s eyes were turning, a few seconds passing before realization lit them up like a lightbulb. “Oh! So, you want me to…? But why? I mean, I don’t have anything against it per se, but this is kind of coming out of left field and…” Albert slapped his hand on Harry’s shoulder with a small smile on his face, “How about you drive the three of us to the Great Northern and we finish this conversation in a more cozy environment. I am thinking that Coop’s room might be perfect for that.” Harry nodded, letting go of Cooper’s arm, a strange kind of excitement spreading over his face.
“Alright then, let’s go,” Albert said, hooking his elbow under Dale’s guiding him out of the station, Harry following right behind them.
The drive to the hotel was short and quiet, Dale rolling down the windows to let in the sweet smell of the douglas ferns which were now rich with the smell of rain. Petrichor and earth filled the space of the car, settling on Dale’s dark hair and clothes. He really needed to search for a perfume that smelled similar. When they arrived at the hotel, the entrance hall was thankfully quite empty, no weird commotions or european travel groups in sight. The three of them quickly walked to their target location, Harry always trailing a few steps behind the two federal workers.
“He’s shy,” Dale thought to himself, his eyes still twitching and his muscles still painfully tense, “because he has never done anything like this before.” His hands shook a bit when he unlocked his door, Albert reaching out and wrapping his fingers around his wrist to steady it. Their gazes locked and Dale bent forward so he could whisper into the other man’s ear, “Harry has never done anything like this before. He’s shy. You take the lead, it would be too much for him to do work by himself. Just let him watch and learn, okay?” Albert nodded, the two of them turning around, taking a look at the taller man who watched them with a questioning face.
“What are you two whispering about? What secrets am I not allowed to hear?” Albert sighed, “Come inside and I’ll show you everything that you need to know.” The three entered the room quickly, not wanting to spend too much time in the hallway and get any more unwanted attention. Harry shut the door behind them, Dale moving next to him to lock it, avoiding eye contact as if it was going to kill him. Dale was aware that Harry knew that something akin to a sexual act was going to happen in a few moments, however he was also aware that the other wasn’t sure what this act wasn’t going to entail exactly. Without lifting his gaze, he reached out and lightly touched Harry’s upper arm.
“There is something that you need to promise me, Harry,” he said, his voice low but not a whisper, he wanted Albert to hear what he said, “Promise me that you don’t think less of me after what is about to happen. If you don’t agree with what me and Albert are about to do, then simply go home and erase these scenes from your mind. Memories are temporary and most importantly, they are voluntary. Go to sleep and forget, then wake up and treat me like you always have. As a friend and a maybe- lover.” He heard fabric shift, Harry was nodding. Good.
Dale gave Harry’s arm another firm squeeze, then he stepped into the main part of the hotel room where Albert had already taken his suit jacket off, currently placing it over the back of the chair. “You ready?” Albert asked to which Dale nodded. “Alright. Would you mind stepping closer, sheriff cowboy?” Albert said to the man lingering in the hallway. Albert’s hands immediately started busying themselves by taking off Dale’s shirt and loosening his tie, an act which they had done many times before.
Harry stepped to their side, taking off his own jacket and hat. “If you want to, you can leave your hat on. It suits you. Makes you look like a sexy cowboy. Makes me want to get married to someone like you and move into a little house in the woods,” Albert said lowly, not taking his eyes off Dale. “That just sounds like you want to get married to me and move into my house,” Harry commented, his voice just as low. “Don’t try to interpret my words and go sit on the edge of the bed,” Albert answered, visibly suppressing an eye roll. Meanwhile, Dale’s nervousness was getting larger with every second, leaving him shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. If Harry took notice of that, he didn’t mention it out of politeness.
“What a polite man,” Dale thought, “He really is the type of man that you want to marry and share a house with.” He continued to ponder that thought while Albert wrapped his arms around Dale’s waist, pulling the dark haired man onto the bed with him. Dale allowed himself to get manhandled until Albert was able to lean his back against the headboard, sitting comfortably with his legs stretched out in front of him. He hadn’t taken his shoes off and Dale faintly noticed that he himself hadn’t taken them off either. He should find this unhygienic, after all, he slept in this bed every night, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling of finding that small detail quite erotic.
“So,” Dale’s thoughts were interrupted by Albert pulling him into his lap, holding him in his arms like a newborn animal which must have looked quite funny, considering that Dale was quite tall, but it still provided him with the comfort he craved ever since he woke up in the morning, “Harry, you must have noticed that you dear Cooper has been out of the loop ever since he got out of bed this morning. Not that you woke up next to him, because apparently that crosses the line of ‘too gay’ for you.” Dale looked up at him with his eyebrows knitted, his heartbeat speeding up at the fear of Albert picking a fight with Harry while the three of them were in his bed. Albert seemed to sense this heightened nervousness, laying a comforting hand right on Dale’s throat.
“Me and Dale have been good friends ever since we shared an apartment during college. That included us making love to each other, but it also included us getting to know each other on a deeper level. With us sharing the same anatomy which comes with shared battles and hardships in this society, I have gotten to see the darkest depths of Dale’s mind and emotions. That is a privilege for me, but also filled me with a sense of duty.” He took a deep breath, manhandling Dale in his lap, so he was laying across it with his chest pressed into the bed, his hips resting right on top of Albert’s legs. He shyly glanced in Harry’s direction, seeing that the man’s face was slowly lighting up with realization.
Albert continued, “Now, Dale has a lot of good days, filled with small pleasures, black coffee, knowledge about ancient mysticism and maybe an afternoon nap that includes a prophetic dream. But there are also bad days for Dale. These days start in the morning, Dale wakes up and just feels deeply wrong in every way. This feeling could be a steady badness if the day continues normally, but our society is nothing but cruel and brutal, so most of these days are only being made worse by the universe throwing every stone into his way that you could think of.” He started to rub the small of Dale’s back with his left hand, pressing his right hand between his shoulder blades.
“Now, what is there to do, if Dale, who I love very much, I don’t know about you in that department, is going through such a day? Other people would recommend yoga or something like that, but these things are done by Dale if he has a good day, so it wouldn’t make any sense for him to do on a bad day. I know that because he explained it to me in very explicit detail. So, what do we do with an overstimulated guy who feels like he has halfway excited out of his body? Well, in our second year of living together, we discovered the wonders of subspace. Funnily enough, it was me who experienced that wondrous place first, what we are about to do is very much out of the ordinary for us, I am normally a masochist in every sense, but when I told Dale what subspace felt like to me, he was of the opinion that entering subspace would really help him during his bad days.”
Albert was now starting to rub Dale’s ass through his pants, Dale hiding his face in the bedsheets out of pure embarrassment of being so vulnerable in front of Harry for the first time, even though the other had literally cum inside of him before. He couldn’t get pregnant, but still. “I don’t think that I am capable of doing huge dominant scenes with Dale, again with me being a masochist and all, but there is nothing inside of me that has anything against a round of good old spanking,” he paused one last time, then he added, “we always do fifty, which might sound like a lot, however I am quite quick with my hands, so it doesn’t take a lot of time. But it is still very effective. Now, are you ready my love?”
Dale whined at the nickname, nodding against the bedsheets. When Albert didn’t move, he verbally confirmed his consent one more time, “Yes, I’m ready.” The first slap took him by complete surprise even though he knew that it was coming. „Look closely, so you know how to do it right, when Dale finally leaves me for you and spends the rest of his life with you while forgetting that he had ever been with me in this way,“ Albert said, while delivering the next harsh slaps.
„That‘s not true,“ Dale whined, his voice high-pitched due to the pain starting to spread throughout his body. „Oh, don‘t argue with me right now and just take what I give to you,“ Albert answered, his voice just the tiniest bit annoyed, heightening the intensity and speed of his hits. The fabric of his suit was dulling the pain a bit, but not completely, the agent starting to squirm in the other‘s lap. The pain was just a bit of warmth right then, but it was already starting to resemble tiny needle pricks poking in his backside. „If you are so worried about him running away to move in with me, then why don‘t you just join us? There‘s enough space in my house for two city boys.“
A short pause, silence filling the room. Dale was just about to raise his head and assess the situation building up, when Albert said something that Dale wasn‘t able to understand, but made the two other men laugh lightly. These two chuckling amongst themselves was rare and Dale was just about to ask what was so funny, when he realized that his vocal chords and tongue didn’t seem to want to cooperate anymore. He was tense due to the pain inflicted on him, but he also felt sluggish in the best of ways, as if he was being dunked under water again and again. His head was spinning, the sensation familiar to the feeling of coming out of the water after being under for just a moment too long. At the same time, his backside was starting to burn, his sluggish muscles trying to squirm away, to no avail since Albert always moved him back into position when he wiggled away too far.
“So, does he normally hit you? If that is out of the ordinary for you?” he faintly registered Harry asking from the edge of the bed. “I’m more into being kicked. I like someone standing over me. And I also like boots and such, especially when they are made out of leather. I tell you, if you think that Dale is strange with his tastes when it comes to sex, then I’ll blow your fucking small town mind,” Dale was able to feel the vibrations of Albert’s voice through the other’s muscles, which comforted him through the seemingly never-ending spanks. The pain was starting to travel to his upper thighs and lower back, a burning sensation that made him feel like he was standing too close to a fire.
It was only when he tasted salt on his tongue, that he realized that he was crying. He reached up to his face with a weak shaky hand to touch the tear tracks, noticing that his entire face was wet with tears, snot and spit. “It’s alright, let it out, angel, just ten more spanks, then we are done,” Albert whispered. Or maybe he was talking in a normal volume and Dale was just too deep in subspace to hear him properly, he didn’t know and also didn’t care.
Between hits, Albert rubbed his ass and crotch, the dark fabric damp with how wet Dale was. His cunt was throbbing so hard that he felt his heartbeat pulse between his legs, so much slick pumping out of him that he feared that he had wet himself. His hole was clenching around nothing, when the last few spanks were delivered to him in quick succession, begging for something, anything to be shoved inside of it. His swollen clit was pushing against the back of his zipper, Dale needing to resist the urge to hump against it, he didn’t want to act like a bitch in heat in front of his two lovers, but it was getting harder to do that with every second passing.
A familiar heated pressure was starting to build up in Dale’s lower stomach, growing larger while his pussy was pumping out more and more slick, surely soaking not only through his own pants but also wetting the fabric of Albert’s. He was just about to reach his peak, when Albert suddenly announced that the next hit would be the last, spanking Dale one last time, particularly hard, then pulling his hands away. He heard Albert take a deep breath and saw how he rubbed his own wrist out of the corner of his eye. “No, no, he cannot stop yet, I still need to cum, please continue, you cannot leave me like this,” he thought, trying to repeat the words verbally, the sentence coming out jumbled but still understandable.
“You need more?” Albert asked, Harry laughing lowly from their side. Dale glanced in his direction, seeing that the man had taken his large cock out of his pants, stroking it leisurely. He could see the delicious pre-cum glint in the soft light of the bedroom, desperately wanting it to be smeared across his pussy instead of the man’s own hands. “Need more,” Dale rasped, crawling off of Albert’s lap, lying next to him and taking his pants off with a surprising amount of effort. He felt like his brain had turned off completely, his mind filled with a pleasant fuzzy buzzing. Now exposed, he spread his legs, faintly noticing that he was still wearing his shoes but not caring about it.
“Hit me here, please,” he whined, spreading the lips of his cunt apart with both hands, the fat folds slipping underneath his grasp with how much they were covered in slick. Albert looked down at him with a smile, “My angel wants to have his cunt spanked? I don’t know if you deserve that after spreading your legs like a slut without even blushing… Showing your pussy off like that, I really need to make sure that I never leave you at a truckstop by accident, otherwise you won’t be able to close your legs anymore when I finally pick you up.” Dale was just about to protest, tell Albert that he only was a slut for him and Harry, beg him to still spank his most precious past, but before he could get a word out, Albert brought his hand down for the first time.
His palm making contact with his cunt was completely different to the sensation of having his ass spanked. The pain was larger, hotter, travelling through his entire body like an electric shock. Out of pure reflex, he tried to close his legs, but this was circumvented by Albert pushing his knee on Dale’s left leg, holding the other leg down with his left hand. He was surprisingly strong, Dale having no other choice than to lie down and take it. Every hit produced a loud squelching sound, spurts of fluid flying from his rapidly redding folds, wetting the sheets underneath him. His cunt continued to clench and open uncontrollably, begging for cock like a hungry mouth, which caused Albert to hit his sensitive insides every few hits.
What he was hitting with every single spank however, was Dale’s clit, causing the agent’s brain to leak out of his hole in the form of slick and out of his mouth in the form of spit, rendering him a brainless mess. He couldn’t think of anything except for the pain in his ass, the wet squelching of his cunt that was rapidly approaching its climax and Harry’s throbbing dick which was one of the only things that Dale was able to focus on.
His brain was unable to form proper thoughts, making him feel like a proper slut getting fucked in a hotel room, even though he wasn’t even getting properly fucked in that moment. Maybe next time. His hips and thighs were twitching uncontrollably, moans and whines escaping his throat escaping his throat without him being able to do anything against it. Through the pleasure he still faintly registered the pain, he probably wouldn’t be able to sit for the next few days.
When his climax finally hit him, it took him by complete surprise, a noise that was a combination of a scream and a squeal coming out of his mouth. He only felt his hips rising, his muscles tensing, then he saw a thick stream of liquid cum shoot out of his cunt, splashing onto the bedsheets with a wet splat. Albert looked at this in awe, slapping his cunt a few more times with fast short hits, making Dale cum once again, this time gushing all over himself, his inner thighs and ass glistening with sparkly wetness.
“You are such a little pervert,” Albert laughed, his words coming through to Dale as if he had submerged his head in a bathtub and Albert was talking from the other side of the bathroom. Dale knew that he was about to pass out, his vision already becoming dark at the edges. However, he also saw that Harry hadn’t climaxed yet, but was very close. “Come here,” he whispered, waving Harry over with two of his fingers. “You cannot fuck me, I’m too sensitive for that but you can put it in and cum inside of me. Please.”
Harry nodded, Albert staying firmly by his side. Dale gasped loudly, when Harry shoved his large cock inside of him with one swift thrust, his stretch making his eyes roll back into his head. A satisfied smile spread across his face, when he felt Harry pulse inside of his cunt, filling his hole and womb with his sperm. The orgasm lasted for at least ten seconds, but it felt like hours to Dale. Harry pulled out directly afterwards, not wanting to overstimulate Dale’s sensitive pussy.
Dale reached down, swiping through the mixed fluids of his creampied cunt, guiding his fingers to his mouth and licking the mixture off as if they were the most delicious candy. Afterwards, with his eyes half-lidded with upcoming sleep, he first pulled Albert down to kiss him filthily, tongues dancing around each other with spit, cum and slick running down their chins. Then he pulled down Harry to do the exact same thing. The last sensation his mind registered before drifting off to sleep was both men kissing him at the same time, the almost shy threeway kiss sending him into the calm darkness of sleep.