The Cathouse

“He’s cute!”

“For a human…”

Rory heard voices before he ever even opened his eyes. When he did, he saw two heads above his. Both had cat ears, he noticed, even without wearing his glasses.

“Oooohhh, lookit those eyes!” one cried.

“Nice, I guess,” the other commented. “For a human.”

“What’ve you got against humans?” Rory asked before he was even lucid, reaching for his glasses, feeling around until he discovered them on an inntable close to the couch. He slipped them on to get a good look at the two people.

The first was a white haired cat anthro. His hair was snow white, as well as his long, exceptionally furry ears. His skin was nearly as white, making him look almost angelic. His eyes were a bright shade of blue and there was the slightest mark of gray across his nose. He wore a white wifebeater over simple khaki shorts that went just passed his knees. His tail was extraordinarily fluffy and white. Kneesocks were tucked into sporty sneakers.

The second looked a lot like Seven, only with very dark chocolate colored skin. He had sleek black ears that were cocked back slightly, short spiky black hair, and extremely bright golden eyes. He wore a tall black turtleneck and gray cargo pants that were a bit baggy on him over black and white canvas shoes. His tail was only slightly less fluffy than the white cat anthro’s, held up in the air instead of dangling towards the ground like the others. At the moment, he was glaring pointedly at Rory.

“I’m Ester!” the white one said.

“Hi, I’m Rory,” Rory nodded to him, then glanced at the other.

“BJ,” he replied, dryly. Somehow, Rory was getting the impression that he wasn’t wanted by this particular tomcat.

“I’m sixteen, and BJ’s seventeen. How old are you?” Ester asked, smiling, his tail flipping back and forth happily.

“I’m seventeen, too,” Rory said, smiling.

“You’re a human, huh?” Ester said, sniffing of him slightly, “You’re a weird mix of smells. You smell mostly like Seven, but you smell like the triplets, too. And someone else.”

“Some other dominant male,” BJ commented, “Why don’t you go back to him? This is Seven’s territory.”

“I perfer Seven over that other dominant male,” Rory assured him.

BJ suddenly sat next to Rory on the couch and grabbed his knees, shoving his legs apart. Rory jumped and tried to back away but BJ was painfully rough in not letting him get away. He sniffed a couple of times and let him go.

“You smell like Seven on your body, but you smell like that other male down there,” BJ said, “So go back to him.”

Rory looked away, wanting to defend himself but not wanting to admit that the male they were referring to was his own father.

“That’s not nice, BJ,” Ester said, frowning.

“He’s a human, why would I be nice to him?” he replied, “As far as I’m concerned, if a human gets raped its what they deserve.”

Rory’s mouth dropped open. He’d said all those things knowing that it was rape? Did this kid have no tact?

“BJ!” Ester said, reprimanding him.

Suddenly, a hand gripped BJ’s ear, tugging on the delicate appendage. BJ gave a hiss, much like a cat would, and winced.

“Looks like you and I will be playing a game tonight, BJ,” Seven said, sipping on a glass of milk, letting him go.

“Like hell!” BJ growled.

“The triplets said something like that,” Rory said, sitting up, “What’s a game, anyway? The triplets acted like it was a good thing.”

Seven shrugged. “A form of discipline,” Seven said, “I come up with some kind of sexual game for the player and if they can’t do what I ask, I get to do whatever I want with them. I don’t like real punishments, so I figure I’d play off their egos. Unfortunately, the triplets were born without egos. In it’s place I’m pretty sure they got extra sex drive.”

“I am not playing a game because of him!” BJ growled.

“Games can be fun but they’re so embarassing, so I try not to have to play them,” Ester said, blushing.

“BJ hates the games,” Seven smirked, “All pride, like a real housecat, huh, BJ?”

“With a name like BJ, you think he’d be all for the games,” Rory commented. The three anthros glanced at him and Seven burst out laughing. BJ just looked ready to murder him.

“Fine,” BJ spat out, “I’ll play your game tonight if I get to play a game with him the first time he slips up.”

“I don’t hurt anything but your pride with my games,” Seven said calmly, “So in this case, the answer is no. Who says I’ll play games with this kitten anyway?”

“He’s not a kitten, he’s a human,” BJ replied.

“He feels like just another kitten to me,” Seven shrugged, “Now shut up or I’ll have him play the game in my place.”

BJ shut up.

“So you met the triplets,” Ester said, “And us and Seven. Have you met Rave, yet?”

“Not yet,” Rory said, rubbing his forehead, “What time is it?”

“Almost six,” Ester said, pointing to a small clock, which, to Rory’s amusement, was a cat clock, it’s tail acting as the pendulem.

“Six huh?” Rory said and paused, ”Oh shit!” He was up and putting his shoes on, grabbing his jacket and slipping that on while he searched for his keys.

Seven dangled his keys in front of him, then pulled them away when Rory tried to snatch them.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Seven asked.

“I have to go to dinner,” Rory said, “If my dad’s home and I’m not there, he’ll be pissed!”

“You don’t ever have to go back home, y’know,” Seven said, “You could stay here. We own this whole building. No rent. And food’s not too hard to find.”

“My dad would track me down,” Rory said, frowning, “I don’t know if you’ve realized, but we’re kind of rich. He also has a tendancy to make people disappear, so it’d be better if he didn’t find out about you guys.”

“I’m not afraid of some human,” BJ replied, sticking his nose in the air.

“You realize what’ll happen if you go home smelling like that?” Seven asked, still holding the keys hostage.

Rory was silent. “He already… I mean, I don’t think he’d…”

Ester and BJ had their ears cocked forward, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Seven glanced at them and scowled, waving them away.

“They’re your keys,” Seven said, handing them to him, “Door’s always unlocked, all right?”

Rory nodded, taking his keys. “Bye,” he nodded at everyone and walked towards the door, shutting it behind him.

Twice in a row? Would his dad…? No. Rory honestly didn’t think he would, but he’d make Rory suffer some other way. There was always the chance that he wasn’t even there. Half of the time he didn’t make it home from dinner.

Rory drove carefully, reaching the gate. Border was there, scratching his head as he tried to figure out some puzzle he was doing.

“Rory,” he said with a smile, “What’s going on?”

“Not a lot,” Rory said, “Is my dad home?”

“Yeah,” Border said, “Ah, you missed dinner, right? I’m sure he’ll understand.” With that, he flipped the switch, allowing Rory in. Rory said nothing as he pulled into the garage. His hands shaking, he got out of the car and walked into the house. Maybe dinner was late. It was 6:30.

No one was in the dining room, just used dishes for two. Rory swallowed. Two. Unless Camelia came over, that would be his parents’ places.

Not knowing what else to do, Rory turned and walked down the hall, headed for his room. He turned the corner and stopped suddenly. Walking the opposite direction was his father.

His father was a tall and wide man. He had a round, chubby face that always seemed to gleam with sweat, a thick mustache, and a prematurely gray head, his hair fluffed to make it seem thicker. He almost always wore a suit, gray, and his gut stuck out several inches before him.

He saw Rory and didn’t say anything. Rory moved forward cautiously. When they had met in the hall, Rory opened his mouth to say something. However, any words he’d meant to say were forgotten as a beefy fist crashed into his jaw. Rory wasn’t as well-built as his father, and nowhere near as sturdy. He crumbled under that fist immediately, landing on his chest.

“I’m going to be away a few days,” he said, “You and I are going to have a very long talk when I get back.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Rory said, sitting up on hands and knees, tears springing into his eyes. He was pretty sure he could taste blood in his mouth.

“Get up.”

Rory forced himself to his feet. He faced his father, but didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You’re never going to amount to anything, are you?” his father asked, “I honestly don’t know why you haven’t killed yourself yet. Do us all a favor.”

With that, he walked away. Rory stood in the center of the hallway, long after he’d left. To be totally honest, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t killed himself already either.

He made his way to his room, sitting down in front of his TV and switched on the game console, picking up the controller. For the next several hours, he killed the pain by forgetting it in the midst of the fantasy worlds the games offered.

If he didn’t take his car and if he changed his appearance, why couldn’t he stay with Seven and the others? So maybe it was a step down the social ladder, but Rory didn’t really care about things like that. Hell, he could probably even snatch a load of cash before he left.

Except, he knew he wouldn’t. He was too scared. Even far away, even in the safety of the Cathouse, he would still be terrified for the rest of his life of his father finding him.

Which brought to mind that same question. Why didn’t he just kill himself? It would be easier. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it before. Escape, all in the convenience of a razor blade. Or a rope hanging off the ceiling fan.

There was no fear in death.

Except… What about Camelia? She would be sad. His mother might even be sad as much as she ignored her son. His dad would be happy, which was enough of a reason not to kill himself.

And now Seven… Seven would care. Wouldn’t he?

Rory had a hard time figuring out Seven. He was affectionate and nice to Rory, but he was that way with all his other “kittens” wasn’t he? So didn’t that make Rory a bit more insignificant?

Or was each kitten important to Seven? How much did he really care? What did the kisses mean anyway?

Rory wasn’t sure why he cared. He guessed because he’d never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend, he was wondering if he could try it out on Seven. Except, he somewhat doubted that. Seven wasn’t the kind of person who would stay with one person.

Did that bother Rory? Maybe after awhile. After awhile, Rory might get jealous or wonder why himself alone wasn’t good enough for Seven.

What about the other kittens? Ester and BJ were his age. Rory snorted. BJ? His boyfriend? Not likely.

Ester was likely though. He seemed genuinely interested in Rory. But then, would Seven like Rory dating one of his kittens?

Rory decided to just let things run their course. Besides, he was more dominant than Ester and he wasn’t sure he liked the thought of being the dominant one.

He saved his game and stood up, stripping and climbing into his bed, falling asleep quickly. When you were sleeping, you didn’t have to think.

~:~

The next day, after school, Rory went to the Cathouse instead of going home. He knew his dad wasn’t going to be home so it was safe to skip dinner this time around.

He tapped the intercom button and waited.

“What?” BJ’s voice snapped.

“Is the door unlocked?” Rory asked.

The was a pause and a grumble. “It is now,” BJ said, “This that stupid human?”

“The same,” Rory replied with a small smile. BJ’s attitude was almost endearing. He walked to apartment 2B and slipped in the door.

“Well?” BJ said, standing in the center of the room. “Lock it.”

“I don’t get it,” Rory said, “I thought the door was always unlocked.”

“It’s like a password,” BJ said, “You say it to be let in. We can’t just leave our door unlocked all the time.”

Rory turned to BJ, studying him. Today, BJ was wearing a white cotton button-up shirt with no sleeves and denim capris that reached the middle of his shins. He seemed thoroughly unhappy to see Rory.

“What are you staring at?” BJ asked.

“You,” Rory said simply.

“Well, cut it out,” BJ said, “Seven’s not here and I’m in charge. So I could make you leave if I wanted to.”

“I’m sure Seven would have a game for you if he found out, too,” Rory said, smiling suddenly. BJ blushed suddenly, remembering the game before in his mind.

BJ walked over and forcefully grabbed Rory’s chin, looking his face over, first one side and then the other.

“Who hit you?” BJ asked.

“Did it bruise?” Rory asked, not even fighting to get away from BJ as he held onto his chin, forcing them to make eye contact.

“It’s practically shaped like a hand,” BJ commented, “Someone hit you. Did they do it for running that mouth of yours?”

“Actually I didn’t say a word,” Rory replied, “It’s because I was late yesterday. Doesn’t like it when I miss dinner.”

“Who?” BJ asked.

“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” Rory said without thinking. He didn’t want to tell his story, so why was he making an offer like that?

“As if you have any right to know my story,” BJ replied, growling a little in the back of his head.

“Ditto,” Rory replied.

BJ released him and frowned. “I just want to know what a human like you wants in a place like this,” BJ said.

“Same thing you do, probably,” Rory said thoughtfully, “So what game did Seven play with you last night?”

BJ blushed furiously. To Rory’s surprise, he responded. “I… had to jerk myself off… without making any sounds,” BJ said.

“Did you do it?” Rory asked.

“… No.”

“Dude, why would you make sounds during something like that?” Rory asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever made a sound during—“

“Shut up!” BJ shouted, “I’m… sensitive and I… I’m responsive, so I… I mean I… Um… Leave me alone, all right!”

“You know,” Rory said, starting to get annoyed, “You don’t have to answer any of my questions.”

“Then why are you asking at all?” BJ growled back, “Are you trying to waste my time? Or are you just nosey?!”

“I was just curious!” Rory growled back, “Why are you so defensive? You know, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I’m all that different from you!”

“All you humans are the same,” BJ spat, “You think you’re so much better than us and you make sure we know it! You think you can use us and it’s no big deal!”

“I don’t think that!” Rory protested.

“You know what I think?!” BJ growled, “I think you’re a liar!”

“Well you know what I think?!” Rory hissed.

“What?!”

Rory paused. “I think that for some reason I totally wanna get you in bed,” he said, not understanding it, “Like… now.”

BJ was silent for a moment. “Damnit!” he growled, “Come on!”

Rory blinked as BJ grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a door. They walked down a long hallway of doors until BJ stopped at one, pulling him inside and pushing him towards the bed.

Inside, it was obvious it was BJ’s bedroom. The walls were painted black with strange swirling patterns of white. The bed was just a simple mattress with various mismatched sheets tossed on, all of it about a foot above the ground by way of a cheap metal frame. The carpet was a shaggy brown and there were various objects on the ground, mostly discarded clothes and books.

Rory sat on the bed. “I didn’t say we have to do it,” Rory said.

“What, now you’re changing your mind?” BJ responded, sitting on Rory’s lap while facing him, bracing himself by his knees on either side of Rory’s legs.

“I’m just saying, if you don’t wanna do it with a human…” Rory said, allowing himself to fall backwards onto the bed.

BJ followed. “I bet you suck at this,” BJ growled at him.

“You’re starting to piss me off,” Rory said, narrowing his eyes.

“Shut up,” BJ hissed as he began to remove Rory’s clothes.

“Maybe I want to be dominant,” Rory replied, raising his arms as his shirt was pried off. BJ just ignored him and started working on getting off his pants. “Did you hear me?”

“I wouldn’t even entertain the notion,” BJ responded finally.

Rory reached up and began to unbutton BJ’s shirt. “I’ve never been top,” Rory replied, “So maybe I wanna be.”

“Then you have to earn it,” BJ replied, tilting his shoulders back to shed the shirt, then wiggling out of the capris on his own. Now the two of them were completely naked. “Take off those retarded glasses. They make me not want to kiss you.”

“Fuck you,” Rory replied and took them off, throwing them aside.

BJ responded with a somewhat rough kiss. Rory returned it just as roughly. The two were exchanging a new kind of a passion. The passion of anger instead of romance.

Rory didn’t really want to be top, but at this point it had become a competition. He had to strike first. He started to stroke BJ’s thighs sensually, trying his best to make his touch as effective as Seven’s.

BJ moaned in his mouth. Rory couldn’t explain it but something about BJ really turned him on. He found himself aroused just by making him moan. He stroked harder and quicker.

BJ moaned again and responded by pinching Rory’s nipples somewhat hard. Rory gave a sharp cry, partially from the surprise and partially because it felt good.

Rory decided he had to fight dirty. He reached between BJ’s legs and gripped the cat anthro’s erection. BJ suddenly released Rory from the kiss to give a small cry. Rory smirked. BJ really was sensitive.

Freed from the constraint of the kiss, Rory moved down and licked BJ’s nipple, stroking his erection tauntingly slow. BJ continued to cry out, trying to regain his senses but not doing so very well.

Rory felt himself respond to every little cry that BJ emitted. What was it about this snotty little prick that got him going, anyway?

Rory started to stroke him off faster and suddenly, BJ fell forward slightly, burying his face in Rory’s shoulder as he tried to restraint he cries that came from his mouth. Rory took the moment to try and roll over and get BJ on his back. BJ fought a little but with one hard push, the two of them rolled over and Rory pinned BJ down.

“Nnn, no…” BJ sruggled weakly.

“No, what?” Rory asked, resuming the stroking, his erection throbbing at the desperate look on BJ’s face. The cat anthro’s normally angry and proud face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over.

“I don’t wanna be… submissive…” BJ replied, squirming underneath him. Rory gave a small moan as he felt BJ’s heated body move underneath his.

“Then you’ll have to earn the top,” Rory replied, continuing to stroke him ruthlessly. BJ’s back began to arch.

“Mmm, I hate you!” he cried, starting to pant.

“Likewise,” Rory said, shoving BJ up and towards the middle of the bed. BJ refused to move so, without thinking, Rory stopped stroking him. “Get in the middle of the bed so I can do this properly.”

“Fuck you!” BJ gasped.

“You already tried,” Rory said and began to run his thumb back and forth across the member. BJ whimpered and bucked his hips, wanting more than the subtle movement, but Rory had no pity.

Finally, BJ moved up and over, Rory following him, never removing his hand from BJ’s erection. Rory let out a shuddery breath, allowing himself to take in BJ’s entire body. His skin was soft and smooth, and the color was exquisite, Rory noticed. Like chocolate…

Rory licked BJ’s abdomen, as if to make sure it wasn’t chocolate. BJ began to squirm and gave a demanding moan.

Rory began to stroke again but moved down, spreading BJ’s thighs. He grazed his fingernails down each side, BJ giving little cries.

“Tease!” BJ accused.

“You’re just impatient,” Rory said, “Even I lasted longer my first time with Seven and he’s better than I am.”

“I-it’s not the same!” BJ reached up and gripped the sheets above his head, looking like he was really strained.

“How’s that?” Rory asked.

BJ was silent for awhile. “Y-you… You’re j-just…”

“I turn you on as badly as you turn me on?” Rory suggested. “Fine, I’ll buy that.” With that, he moved down until he was even with BJ’s erection. He paused a moment and took it into his mouth, taking his time. He’d done this before with his dad, but he tried to separate the two by taking his sweet time, showing BJ as much pleasure as his inexperience could muster.

Apparently, that amount of pleasure was enough for BJ. Soon he was close to screaming, his back at a full arch, his hands clawing at the sheets and his legs spread as wide as he could get them. Sweat bgan to gleam all over him as he alternated crying out and panting.

“Oh God, why do you make me s-so…?” he managed to get out before giving a long drawn out cry.

Rory didn’t answer as he sucked at BJ’s erection. He didn’t answer, but he was asking that same question about BJ in his own mind as he reached down to stroke himself while he rubbed his tongue against BJ’s erection. He remembered the humming trick and tried that, the response being a short scream from BJ.

Rory felt his own erection tighten considerably at the extreme reaction. BJ’s erection hardened in his mouth and suddenly, he tasted something somewhat salty on the back of his tongue.

“I’m gonna… come…!” BJ cried out.

Rory got caught for a moment as to whether he should pull back or keep going. Morning had swallowed when he did it before. But that seemed gross.

BJ gave a loud scream, which was the last straw for Rory. As BJ reached climax, Rory just took the shot in the mouth and swallowed before he could even taste the stuff. He was too distracted by his own erection, taking his mouth off of BJ to give a cry as he came right after.

BJ allowed his body to relax as he took deep breaths, moaning slightly as an unintentional sign of appreciation. Rory sat up and looked at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.

“You did something to me,” BJ accused, still out of breath.

“Well you started it,” Rory replied. He resisted the urge to cuddle up with BJ the way Seven did with him after their time together. BJ wasn’t exactly cuddly.

“There has to be a reason we make the other person this way,” BJ said, finally able to breathe correctly.

“Oh man…” Rory groaned, “I can’t even get it up again. I’m young, I’m not supposed to be limited to one time. What the hell did you do?”

“It was you!” BJ growled.

Rory finally gave in and crawled up next to BJ, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his neck.

“What are you doing?!” BJ flailed a little, trying to get away.

“Sit still,” Rory said, feeling as though being dominant gave him a little bit of authority over BJ.

“No, no, I’m gonna smell like you all over and we’ll both have to play a game with Seven!” BJ said, trying to shove him off.

Rory ignored him, sucking on one spot on his neck. “Your skin color is awesome,” Rory commented, “Hickies barely show up…”

BJ continued to fight so Rory pinned him down, sitting on his stomach as he kissed his collar bone. BJ whimpered a little, but mostly because he was enjoying himself and not wanting to.

Rory felt as though he could torture him like this for hours.

Unfortunately, he only got in fifteen minutes, BJ wiggling underneath him and whimpering occasionally. Rory was hoping that he could do it long enough to be able to go another time because BJ was beginning to whisper his name and Rory’s body was liking that…

However, Seven opened the door suddenly. He was wearing slacks and a dress-shirt with a jacket thrown over his shoulder.

“Whoa, not what I expected,” he said, “I knew the human kitten was here but not.. y’know… here.”

“Seven!” BJ whimpered, “Help! He won’t stop!”

“You’re the one who keeps saying my name,” Rory commented as he continued to attack BJ’s neck, occasioanlly leaving little, barely visible hickies.

“First time you come over, my kittens are molesting you,” Seven said, “And now you’re molesting one of my kittens. All right, BJ’s pride is in enough pain.”

“I barely tapped it,” Rory said, licking BJ’s neck, not wanting to stop. BJ gasped and unwillingly said Rory’s name again.

“If he’s saying your name when he’s not even able to get it up,” Seven said, “Then it looks like to me that you hit it with your car, went in reverse, hit it again, then got out and kicked it in the balls a few times. Trust me, his pride’s in pain.”

“Then let him tell me to stop,” Rory said, “He hasn’t said it once.”

“St…” BJ started but couldn’t make himself say the word. Frustration got the better of him and he burst into tears.

“Enough, Rory,” Seven said, walking forward and gently pushing the green-eyed boy off. Rory saw that BJ was crying and blinked.

“Huh?” Rory was confused, “Hey, why’re you…? I’m sorry, don’t…”

“BJ,” Seven said gently but firmly. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know!” BJ said, escaping from being underneath Rory, “He had to have done something to me! He makes me act like a total idiot and then he makes me say his name and then you make fun of me and then I can’t even say the word stop when I want to! He did something!”

Seven glanced questioningly at Rory.

“I didn’t do anything!” Rory insisted, “He makes me feel like I can’t stop either, that’s why I wouldn’t leave him alone…”

Seven sat on the bed and pulled BJ close, kissing his eyelids gently, licking at the tears. “There, there, kitten,” he said softly, “Just calm down. You let yourself get worked up over nothing…”

BJ stopped crying, after awhile nuzzling affectionately against Seven as he continued to calm him down. Rory watched a little, feeling a little jealous of BJ, but also a little jealous of Seven. It was official. Rory now had a crush on not only Seven but BJ as well.

Rory decided not to watch, but instead, get his clothes on. BJ seemed back to normal, so Seven left him alone.

“Remember something, Rory,” Seven said, “There’s such a thing as pushing someone too far emotionally as well as physically. It’s okay to occasionally bruise someone’s pride but destroying it isn’t acceptable.”

“Sorry…” Rory said.

“You’re okay, just…” Seven trailed off and suddenly leaned down, grabbing Rory’s face, a bit more roughly than he meant to. “Did he hit you?”

“Yes…” Rory said slowly.

Seven scowled. “Rory, why don’t you just get away from him?” he asked, “Honestly, you’re starting to piss me off.”

“And you astound me with your anger at him hitting me as opposed to raping me regularly,” Rory said.

Seven sighed. “There’s just something about actually being able to see physical signs of what happens that pisses me off,” he said.

“Yeah, well,” Rory said, tying his shoe, “I don’t plan on leaving home anytime soon, so I would try to ebb the anger.”

“Seven, you’ve never been raped,” BJ said suddenly, “So you don’t understand something about leaving. That’s the hardest part…”

Seven growled a little. Rory blinked a little. Somehow he’d assumed that Seven must have had some scarring sexual experience in his lifetime.

“I feel like… like if I leave I’ll just be scared the rest of my life anyway,” Rory said. He paused a long time before blurting out, “I was thinking about just killing myself all last night.”

Suddenly, Seven’s hand collided with Rory’s face. Not hard. Not even enough to make his face move more than a few inches in the direction he was hit. It didn’t hurt at all. Still, Rory was just shocked that Seven had done it at all.

“Don’t you dare,” Seven hissed, “Don’t you dare. Don’t tell me I’ve adopted you as one of my kittens and then you’re just gonna go kill yourself…”

“Seven…” BJ said, frowning.

Rory said nothing, just stared up at him with shock on his face.

Seven’s face softened. “Hey… I… I’m sorry I just…” Seven looked at his feet, “Don’t talk like that, okay?”

“It’s okay,” Rory said, “Jeez, you even hit with affection…”

Seven paused and chuckled. “Can you stay for dinner?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Rory said, “Hey BJ? I’m sorry, okay? So don’t go all girly on me.”

“Fuck yourself,” BJ said.

Rory just smiled and followed Seven as he walked out. BJ sat there awhile, before blushing and getting dressed.