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It was another beautiful day in New York City… actually, scratch that. It was scorching, sweltering, roasting, scalding… anyway, you get the point. We follow our titular characters, Sam and Max, who are practically turning into puddles in their spacious yet wrecked office space. The boarded-up windows hardly do anything to stave off the sun leaking through, and the floor feels like it would fry your feet to a crisp if you dared to step on it. Sam is sitting in his office chair, having swapped his iconic suit and tie for a white tank top and a pair of khaki shorts, fanning himself with a newspaper. Max is lying on the floor, his sweat pooling around him and immediately turning to steam as soon as it hits the ground. Reluctantly, Sam lifts himself out of the chair, feeling how the leather clings to his fur, trying to keep him seated in its sticky grip.
“Looks like we’ve been hit by those dog days of summer, Max,”
“Gasp! Are you saying dogs are the cause of this hellish heat? guess that means I’ve got to murder you now Sam” Max replies.
Sam chuckles lightly. “Haha, you crack me up, little buddy! Now I have a hankering for some fudgey freezes. What do you say, we head to Bosco’s and get ourselves some?”
Max tries to get up but finds that he can’t budge. “It appears I’m stuck to the floor, Sam.”
“Ah, looks like it's time to fetch the crowbar.” Sam exclaims.
“Oh yay! I love the crowbar! Oh please bash me over the head with it, Sam, pretty please!” He pleads.
“Sorry, little buddy, but I don’t think our trusty crowbar will be able to handle your hard-headed skull.” Sam says.
“Aw, bummer!” Sam goes to grab the crowbar from the closet and slides it under Max's back. As Sam pulled up to pry Max off the sticky hardwood floor, a chunk of the floorboard came loose and stuck to Max's back.
"Oh, gosh darn it! That's going to need a lot of duct tape to fix," Sam huffed.
"Haha, look at me!" Max wheezed as he twisted to see the piece of wood stuck to him. Sam effortlessly picked him up by the scruff of his neck and pulled the wood off.
"Aw, why did you have to go and do that, Sam? I was looking forward to being thrown at some bad guys and really having it hurt
”You manage to do that well enough without our floor being stuck to you, little pal”.
As Max was placed back on the ground, he tried to take a step towards the office door but nearly fell face-first when Sam caught him just in time.
"Whoa there, Max! You doing okay?" Sam asked, concern etched on his face.
Max looked up blearily and replied, "Peachy keen, Sam, hahaha," hearing his own words slur together.
"Alright, up we go," Sam said as he lifted Max into a bride's carry. "Hey, put me down, Sam!" Max protested, repeatedly punching Sam's chest.
His movements were so sluggish that Sam barely felt it. He carried Max into the small, cramped room they had in their office, which remarkably had a bunk bed fitted into the narrow space. How they got it to fit there, was a mystery to everyone, it's Sam and Max, after all. Just as Sam was about to set Max down on the bottom bunk, where Sam usually slept (he decided to let it slide this time since he didn’t want Max struggling to get down from the top bunk in his current state). Max pointed to the corner of the room.
"Um… Sam, was that always there?" Sam looked at where Max was pointing and saw a rickety fan they had completely forgotten about, stashed in the same room they occasionally used for long nights at the office.
“ Oh hotdog in a microwave on high heat, you have got to be kidding me” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. He placed Max on the bed and then marched over and angrily plugged the fan in, it sputtered for a few seconds before blowing cool air on their faces. They both sighed in relief as they finally got some reprieve from the boiling heat.
“ Alright pal, I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, you just stay put, don’t need you dying out there!” Max rolled his eyes
“ Come on Sam, I ain’t gonna die from this heat, that would be so boring! If I’m gonna die I want it to be by a flying nuclear war designed robot launched straight at me with a big fiery explosion at the end!
“ Sam blinked ” That sounds highly specific Max, well I’ll leave you to your rotting in bed as I head to Bosco’s and get us some of those Mmmm… Fudgey Freezes," Sam sighed dreamily. "The divine trinity of ice cream, molten fudge, and carob balls, a combination so perfect, it might just be illegal east of the Mississippi."
"Sam, for the love of lactose, get out of here!" Max barked.
"We need those frozen miracles now, not another sonnet about how you're gonna marry one and raise a little army of Fudgey Freeze babies!"
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Hey," Sam grinned, "don’t knock the dream, little buddy
"Saaaam,” Max groaned. “Okay, okay, I’m going. Can’t have Bosco thinking that he’s lost his best customers, See you in a bit, little pal.”
He was about to shout again for Sam to get a move on, but the office shook with the heavy slam of the front door. Max lay there for a moment, eyes half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling. The bed still held the dip of Sam’s weight, warm and comforting. “Stupid mutt,” he mumbled fondly. “Always making everything better without even trying.”He shifted up the bed to get closer to the cold air drifting from the grimy fan. Specks of dust danced in the stale breeze as he rested his head against the pillow. The faint scent of Sam’s cologne clung to the fabric, soothing him toward sleep. Reaching under the pillow for some extra support, Max’s hand brushed against something, curious, he began pulling it out to see what it was. He proceeded to pull out a pair of Sam’s underwear and eyed it carefully. The fabric was clean,soft and fresh from the wash. Yet, beneath the faint scent of detergent, Max could still detect Sam’s natural musk. The impulse to bring the underwear to his nose was almost irresistible. Sweat gathered at the back of his neck as he hesitated, then pressed the fabric against his face. No matter how thoroughly the cleaning solution had worked, it hadn’t been able to wash away that unmistakable scent.
It was intoxicating,and Max found himself taking deeper, longer sniffs. He could feel his cock starting to come out of its sheath , and reached down to grab at it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he twisted his wrist and moved his hand up and down spreading precum down his dick. How he wished it was Sam’s hand instead of his own. But the thought of confessing his feelings, of risking the foundation of their partnership, kept him quiet. Sam was the calm to his chaos, the straight man to his punchline. Sure, they faced down a Teddy bear mafia and a mind controlling alien bacteria without blinking, but love? That felt far more dangerous. And Max doubted someone like Sam could ever feel the same, not when Max was the unpredictable wild card in their carefully imbalanced duo. However ,just the thought of Sam being here now, leaning over him and taking control .. He started to salivate and bit down hard on the elastic waistband, and thrust harder into his hand. He could feel the knot in his stomach start to unravel, but just as he was about to cum. He heard the office door slam against the wall as Sam kicked it open, arms full of grocery bags packed to the brim with boxes of Fudgy Freezes. Sam was already munching on one, barely paying attention as he swung the door shut behind him.
"You would not believe the deal they had at Bosco’s Max!" he said through a mouthful of ice cream. "I got enough Fudgey Freezes to last us weeks. But goodness, it’s hotter than a metal slide at noon out there!"
Max sat frozen on the bed, unable to move. As Sam finally turned to look at him, his expression shifted from casual to stunned. The bags hit the floor, and the half-eaten ice cream fell from his mouth as his jaw dropped.
"Uh... hey, Sam. Funny seeing you here..." Max muttered, avoiding eye contact. The whole situation was mortifying. Sam stood in shock at the doorway unable to comprehend what he was seeing, Max had clearly been pleasuring himself, his face immediately flushed at the thought of the noises Max must have been making. The red crawling up Sam’s face, had Max scared about the fall out that was about to happen, it was clear to him that Sam was turning red from anger, he was probably thinking about how Max could do something so indecent in his bed. He felt the sting behind his eyes, damn it, now was not the time to get emotional. Max wasn’t a crybaby, he hated crying with a passion. He saw it as a weakness. He’d much rather make criminals cry, preferably when he was sinking his teeth into them hard enough to hit an artery. Sam noticed Max had hidden his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. Was he… laughing? Sam tilted his head, puzzled, and slowly stepped closer to the bunk bed. But then a choked sob escaped Max’s throat, and it became painfully clear he was crying.
Without hesitation, Sam kneeled down beside him, reaching out to gently rest a hand on Max’s shaking shoulder.
“Max, are you okay? What’s wrong?”Sam rarely saw Max cry, almost never, in fact,so the sight immediately set off alarm bells. Max peeked at him through his fingers, still trying to hide his tear-streaked face.
" Aren’t you mad at me Sam?” Sam was even more confused now
“ Whatever for” Sam’s brow furrowed
“ I… I masturbated in your bed.. Sam! He shouted now no longer hiding behind his hands, Sam could see the tear streaks across Max’s face. He nervously tugged at the shoulder strap of his tanktop, looking off to the side
“Uh… well, hehe… why would I be mad about that?” he stammered, completely unsure how to respond.”
"Why… why? I don’t get you, Sam!” Max’s voice cracked with frustration. “All of this, it’s so much worse because you’re the reason I was even!”
He stopped short, eyes wide as he slapped both hands over his mouth. But it was too late. The words were out, and the truth of who had fueled his fantasies, hung heavily in the silence between them.
Sam was astonished “ I…me… I was” he found it hard to form a proper sentence. Max’s shoulders sank
“ yeah… I guess you’ll be looking for another partner in crime fighting huh” he said despondently. That shook Sam out of his reverie
"Wait... What? Why would I ever do that, Max?" Sam said, his voice soft but earnest. "You're my little buddy, and besides, how could I even think about it now that I know the person I've been in love with for years... actually likes me back?"
Max froze, stunned into silence. "Are you serious right now, Sam?" he shouted, his voice tight with emotion. He grabbed the straps of Sam’s tank top and yanked him closer, their faces inches apart.
Sam didn’t flinch. He held Max’s gaze, intense and unwavering, before his eyes briefly flicked down to Max’s lips. Without a word, he gently cupped Max’s cheek and leaned in,slowly giving him every chance to pull away. But Max didn’t, instead, he surged forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat, crashing their lips together with a force that made Sam's breath hitch.
Then, just as suddenly, Max pulled back, wide-eyed and breathless.
"Oh crap Sam, was that okay? I shouldn’t have just kissed you out of nowhere like that”
Sam looked at him with a soft, adoring smile. He let out a quiet chuckle, then leaned in again without hesitation, capturing Max’s lips in a second kiss. This time, it was Max who was caught off guard. His eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the canine’s neck and pulling him close. Max shivered as Sam tentatively ran his tongue across his lips. He parted them in response, kissing back firmly as Sam deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing forward to meet his. He felt himself being pushed down onto the bed,their lips still locked until Sam finally pulled back, a sly, hungry grin spreading across his face as he leered down at Max. Max flushed, this was just like straight out of his fantasies. Sam leaned down, his snout rubbing against Max’s neck. Max felt as Sam began to lick slowly then lightly bit at his neck. Max moaned and squirmed at the feeling, Sam caressed his hips and his teeth nipped a trail from Max’s jaw all the way down to his thighs. He bared his teeth, and Max got excited in anticipation, his hips surging up from the bed before Sam’s strong hands held him down, his breath puffing against Max’s cock that was already hard and leaking precum again and bit down hard on Max’s right thigh. Max let out a small whimper, a massive grin forming on his face. Sam pulled back ,strings of saliva clumping against Max’s thigh and connecting to his spit covered lips.He looked up at Max, his voice soft and full of concern.
"Are you doing okay, sweetheart?”
Max lifted his head from the pillow, his chest rising and falling with excitement.
“Please… keep going,” he breathed.
Sam took a deep breath, his voice low and steady. “Just… pinch me if you need me to stop, okay?”
Max gave a small nod, eyes locked with his, Sam hesitated for a moment longer, searching Max’s face.
“Okay, fine, Sam,” Max said with a faint smirk. “I’ll pinch you if I need you to stop.”
Sam returned the smile, soft and reassuring, then, without warning, swooped down with swift, deliberate precision, placing a soft kiss on top of Max’s cock head. He kept leaving kisses up and down his dick not going further and Max was getting increasingly frustrated. He whined trying to push up, but Sam’s grip on his hips were weighing him down like anchors
“ Come on Sam, don’t tease me!” Sam quietly chuckled
"Patience is a virtue Max” but he didn’t leave him waiting for too long before he fit the whole cock in his mouth.
Max moaned in pure delight, Sam was salivating, leaving a small puddle of drool dripping down onto Max’s pelvis, bobbing his head up and down. Sam’s ears were grabbed tightly and he let out a pleasurable groan. Max was getting closer and closer to finally bursting.
“ Oh god, just like that Sam, just like that” he choked out. The tension in his stomach finally snapping like a frayed rope
“ Sam.. I’m.. I’m cumming” he shouted. Sam didn’t have time to pull off and couldn't help but swallow
“ ugh salty, reminds me of those live salted squids we had at Stinky’s the other night, I will say I found them to be a bit too overcooked wouldn’t you say Max” he remarked.
“Oh, that’s grody, Sam!” Max laughed, giving Sam a good-natured slap on the shoulder.
Max was still feeling horny even after having just cum and could see the hard outline of Sam’s cock desperately trying to burst through his khaki shorts.
“ We should take care of that huh Sam” he looked pointedly at the tent in Sam’s shorts, Sam was confused momentarily before he noticed exactly where Max’s eyes were pointed. He immediately got shy and covered himself
" Ha, there’s no need for that Max, you’re who needs taking care of” he muttered , looking down
Max gave him an unimpressed stare, he knew exactly what this was ,Sam’s insecurities about his body rearing their ugly head
"You’re joking right now, right?” he said, arms folding firmly across his chest.
Sam still wouldn’t look at him.
Max snapped his fingers. “Hey. Sam. Look at me.”
Sam hesitated, then slowly lifted his eyes.
"You’re just as important here,” Max said, his voice softer now. “You did an amazing job. But now it’s your turn to be taken care of. Okay? You’re beautiful.”
Sam’s expression flickered, surprise, emotion, maybe a little disbelief.
Max moved closer, his voice dropping to something more intimate. “And I’ve been dreaming of treating you to some loving for a while now… so come here.”
As Sam moved closer, Max reached back toward the bedside drawer, his fingers fumbling for a moment before pulling out a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers with it and let it warm up a little before he reached behind to slowly insert his digits. Sam watched with rapt attention as Max was fingering himself in front of him. Desire coiled in his chest, mouth watering as he dropped down and captured Max’s lips in a kiss that burned with longing. Max moaned into kiss as his fingers did a scissoring motion. Sam pulled away, then slowly crawled down the bed, his touch gentle as he wrapped his fingers around the hand that Max was using to finger himself with. Max stopped short, his movements halting as he glanced down, confusion flickering in his eyes.
“I’d like to try something may I?” Sam stared at him with a look full of affection and Max took his fingers out with care to not take them out too fast. The second his fingers were no longer inside him, Sam pounced with vigor his tongue running down the seam of Max’s balls right to the tight ring of muscle and worked his tongue inside him. Heat coiled in Max’s belly as Sam started to tongue fuck him. He yowled in ecstacy , pushing himself onto Sam’s tongue to get it deeper inside him. “
Sam if you keep that up, I’m going to cum again”.Sam stopped in his tracks. Well, they couldn’t have that now, could they? He reached down to unzip his shorts, but hesitated for a beat.
Max noticed the pause and gently reached out, to cup his hand in Sam’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Hey,” he said softly, “you know I think you’re absolutely beautiful, right? And besides… are you really gonna keep a guy waiting?” he stared up with a massive shark toothed grin on his face.
Having had his confidence boosted, Sam went and unzipped his shorts, Max now being able to see the hefty sizable thing Sam was holding out on him.
" put that in me right now” Max whispered
Sam struggled to hear him “ What?”
“ Sam if you do not put your dick in me right this instance, I am going to skin your carcass and tie it to a flag post”
Sam was caught off guard. “No need for such violence there little buddy” he was gentle as he pushed inside him, Max taking him inch by inch until he was bottomed out. They both cried out in pleasure, as Sam thrust in taking it slow and steady.
Max gripped onto Sam’s arms “ Faster Sam, faster” and cried tears of joy as Sam obliged, roughly thrusting into him.
As he got into a rhythm, he could feel Max clawing at his back and his legs tightening around him.
" That’s a good little pal, taking me in so well” Sam panted, he was making the bed creak with how hard he was thrusting. Max melted into the mattress, moaning and mewling for more, his fingers curling into the bed sheets. Sam slammed in harder, pushing into that bundle of nerves that had Max screaming out in bliss.
Sam slowed down, looking down worriedly, Max gave him a warning look.
“Don’t you dare stop,” and Sam slammed back into that fierce, frenzied pace, wild and relentless, like a bucking rodeo bull.
“ You’re… huff mine, aren’t you Max, he pulled the lagomorph closer to his chest, the change in angle making them both cry out again “ Yes..huff. Sam, I’m yours!”
I’m gonna cum…” the wolfhound said between breaths.
“ Me too Sam” Max added
The pressure that had been building in their cores shattered in an instant as they both came at the same time. Ripples of pleasure were coursing through them, Sam hissed as his oversensitive skin touched the sheets of the bed, which were already damp with their combined sweat as he went to lay next to Max, both their chests heaving from exertion.
"Ha, we really made a mess, huh, Sam?”
"That we did, Max. But hey, making a mess kind of is our status quo, wouldn’t you say?”
Max chuckled softly, sinking deeper into the sheets. “Man… I’m wiped. I don’t think I can move a single muscle.”
Sam immediately got up from the bed. “Just a second, Max,” he said as he headed to the nearby bathroom they’d had installed in their office. He wet a towel with cool water, then returned, his movements quiet and careful.
With gentle hands, he began cleaning them both up.
Max let out a soft breath, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Man, you really are a softie, Sam.”
“ Ha you know it” not scared to admit it when it came to being soft towards Max. He wrung out the towel and tossed it aside.
“Just making sure we don’t crawl into bed all sticky. Not that it’d be the first time… but waking up with clumped-up fur? Still not a great start to the morning.” He gave a mock shudder.
"Hey, Sam.”
"Hm?” Sam hummed quietly, waiting for Max to go on.
Max hesitated. “I know I’m not great at... talking about feelings. Honestly, I kind of hate it. But…”
He paused, eyes dropping before turning away, suddenly unsure.
Sam looked at him curiously, his expression softening.
“I want you to know… I really do love you, Sam.” It felt strange to say it out loud,awkward, almost,but also incredibly freeing, like a weight had been lifted from Max’s chest.
Sam’s gaze softened. A warm smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in, pressing soft kisses across Max’s cheeks and forehead.
“Ah, Sam, stop,” Max laughed, squirming a little, though he couldn’t hide the grin on his face.
“I hope you know I love you too, Max,” Sam murmured.
Max’s heart swelled. He looked up at Sam with shining eyes, then nestled into the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
"By the beard of a bewildered badger!” Sam suddenly yelled, making Max jolt upright as Sam sprang from the bed.
"What in the name of molasses has you hollering like a banshee caught in a mousetrap, Sam?” Max asked
"I forgot to put the Fudgey Freezes in the fridge!” Sam cried, his face going pale with horror.
Max chuckled. “Don’t worry so much about it, Sam. Worst case, we end up with Fudgey Freeze soup.”
Sam blinked. “Huh. Guess I hadn’t thought of that.”
He shuffled off to the kitchen, returning moments later after securing the melted goop in the freezer,hopefully in time to prevent a fly invasion from turning their humble office into a buzzing nightmare. Climbing back into bed, he draped an arm over Max and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Goodnight, Max. Love you.”
Max snuggled into Sam’s chest with a contented sigh.
"Love you too, Sam.”
And thus that concludes another crazy adventure for Sam and Max: Freelance Police!