Jake vs Squirt
Jake was so ready for this. The tiger marched down the sidewalk his mind set on one destination, only one other thing was nagging at his mind.
“You don’t have to do this.” Bob said.
The grey wolf always followed him on the way home. They didn’t live too far apart so when he first moved into town Jake showed him a shortcut from school to his house. But today they weren’t heading home.
Jake took a right by the dollar store instead of going straight pass it. Bob had said something again. Jake simply adjusted his backpack on his shoulder.
“Jake, it’s not that big a deal.”
“No, I’m tired of it.” The tiger growled. “Squirt think’s he such a big deal. Today, I’m going to claw that pony’s face off.”
Bob was silent for a bit. Jake turned around and put a hand on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to come with me.”
The wolf simply shook his head. “No. I have to make sure you don’t kill him… or he kills you.”
“You think I’m going to lose?” Jake asked. Bob didn’t answer. God, he was so shy. “Whatever, I know you just want to see me shirtless.”
Bob’s ears burned red. It was so easy to push his boyfriend’s buttons.
They started walking again. The thought of facing Squirt one-on-one made him walk a bit faster. Finally, they made it into the alleyway.
“God, it stinks around here.” Bob said covering his nose.
He was right though. The spot where they were fighting was just near a diner that was doing a fish special. It didn’t work out so they threw away the leftovers. Next time he was picking the spot.
“Sup,”
Jake and Bob spotted Squirt on the other side of the alley. He had a dead-serious look on his face.
“Sup,” Jake replied. He dropped his backpack on the ground and started flexing his muscles.
Squirt looked behind Jake over at the wolf. “I see you brought your cheerleader.”
Bob looked down and started fidgeting with his thumbs. It was time to end this.
Jake pulled off his shirt and tossed it to Bob. The wolf caught it and wrapped it around his neck, taking in the scent. Jake flexed a bit more showing off his body. His arms showed clear definition, his chest puffed out with pride, he was so ready.
Then Squirt removed his shirt, and Jake suddenly felt like a kitten. Jake’s dad kept him in shape, working out with the old tiger while he tried to get rid of his gut belly, but this horse was jacked. The stallion had muscles on his muscles and he didn’t need to flex to show it, hell Jake couldn’t tell if the guy had a six-pack or an eight-pack.
“You ready?” Squirt said.
Jake took a step forward. “Ready.”
Squirt charged Jake and aimed a kick for the tiger’s head. Jake managed to block it with his arms but soon found a fist pummeling his gut.
Jake threw a wild punch at the stallion but only met open air. Then he felt the stallion grab his wrist and drive his knee into his stomach.
Jake fell to his knees, holding his abdomen, but a kick from Squirt into his sternum sent him onto his back.
“Jake!”
The tiger turned his head to the sound of the voice. Bob looked worried. Damn, he couldn’t lose in front of Bob.
Jake rolled to his front and with a groan he pushed himself up. Squirt was just watched him, not looking very impressed, but he’d show him.
Squirt came in fast, he threw a punch at Jake but the tiger dodged it. He then grabbed the stallion’s hair and pulled him into a headlock.
Squirt had yelled something but Jake didn’t listen, it was time for some payback.
He drove his fist into the stallion’s head. One. Two. Three hits. Then he felt an elbow in his stomach and was forced to let go.
The moment he was free Squirt sent his fist into the tiger’s jaw and followed up with an uppercut.
Jake fell.
Squirt won.
****
Jake
Someone was calling his name.
Come on, Jake, wake up.
He opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blurry but after they focused he could make out Bob. His round blue eyes gazing down at him all worried.
“Hey,” Jake groaned. God, his jaw hurt.
“Hey, yourself.” Bob placed his hand on the tiger’s face.
Jake winced. Why was his head pounding?
He heard footsteps and saw Squirt approaching them. Oh, yeah. The fight. That he lost.
Squirt looked down at them both before he went to pick up his shirt. He looked back at them one last time. “Not bad, for a pussy.”
