I Don't Workout Alone
Octavian liked it at the academy. Especially since it was an all-boys boarding school, not that he let anyone else know that. He was on the wrestling squad; he was a senior; the last three years in a row he was voted in an, albeit, underground school newspaper, most masculine student; there were certain things expected of him and he was never one to disappoint. His focused demeanor kept him has the mental backbone of the team and even the coach would come to him for advice. He loved the life he lived and wasn't going to let it change because of his crotch.
Octavian heard the familiar clinking of weights as he entered the weight room. He was glad that someone else was there; even as the biggest tiger on the squad, the place gave him the creeps when it was empty; he was built like a bouncer and really had little reason to fear anything that couldn't pierce metal, but it was still creepy. It had a closed and isolated feel to it: the weight machines and dumbbells all along the walls and only low benches were left to fill up the center. But today, in the very middle of the room, there was a white fox lifting weights.
It was Alex; a middle-weight. He was a weight class below Octavian, but he was easily just as strong or more so. In fact, the whole team claims that his body was pure muscle because after everyone else on the team had broken a bone at least twice he hadn't broken any; as if he never had them. His white fur contrasted boldly against the black and green wrestling singlet that clung closely to his body, showing off his powerful build.
After a few minutes, the fox dropped the dumbbells and spoke. "Hey, Tiggy. You waiting for Augustus?"
"No, he has to study for an English exam so he can get a B so he can pass so he can stay on the team so he can go to state." The tiger replied.
"He's always having grade trouble. I thought that if you got in here, then you would automatically be a good student."
"No. It means you're a genius. Geniuses can be lazy."
"Yeah, I guess. But if he doesn't pass that class, I'll give him a boot in his lazy ass."
"You're in line after me. I am the lion's training partner, after all."
The fox returned to his weights, his tail twitching ever so slightly as they came up to his chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It affects me most: if he doesn't pass, he can't come to practice. I don't train alone."
"Then why did you come?"
"I was hoping I could make an exception, but when I heard you in here I knew I couldn't have done it."
"Maybe I could be your partner. Just for today."
"Yeah, 'just for today,' wouldn't want to be seen with the guy with the best record on the whole squad."
"Seriously," the fox hung his heavy-laden arms to his sides and made himself look like a Neanderthal, "I never train with a partner and maybe I should. It works for you."
The tiger stood there for a little while, contemplating the offer. "You seem to have been here a while already. I don't want to interrupt you."
"No worries. I barely got through a set before you came in."
"Okay... Yeah, why not?"
He pushed Alex so he slid over to the other end of the bench and took the spot he opened up. Octavian then took one of the weights out of his new partner's paw and grabbed that paw with his free one. The fox caught on and shifted their paws until they were right in between them for a brace. For just a moment, they made eye contact over their fists and then they went to lifting the weights.
A few reps went by in friendly silence before Alex's body distracted Octavian. He marveled at how much his muscles pulsed as he worked them. How tightly the singlet clung to him. It was enthralling. His arm continued to pump but it seemed like a distant dream. There was only Alex then.
A loud clanking broke his trance. "This great. I should have tried it a long time ago. It's a lot faster then I thought it would be."
"Huh?" From the dull soreness in both arms, he determined he had switched unconsciously. "Well, when we're both going at once, it's as if only one of is doing it."
"Right." There was a short pause while Alex stared down the side of the bench. "You know... if it wasn't for your stripes, someone might not be able to tell the difference between our legs."
"That's pretty random. You want to go up or switch to something else?"
"It may have been random, but it was true. Get a bar. I want to see how you're going to team us up for bench press."
"I guess so," he said while he left to get a barbell and some appropriate sized weights, "Sorry, but I don't know how to get us both to do that one at the same time."
"Well, I was just thinking we were a lot alike for a cat and a fox and that was one of the similarities." He stopped and chuckled.
"What?" Octavian implored.
"We just had two conversations going at one time."
The tiger gasped theatrically. "Quick! Burp or something. We're turning into girls!"
The fox laughed. "You mean you weren't one already?"
Octavian punched him in the shoulder. "Not funny."
"Yeah, it was."
"It would've been if you weren't talking about me."
"I thought it was funny because it was you."
He pushed the fox flat onto the bench and held the bar over him. Alex took hold of it obediently and pushed it up a little to test it. He nodded and the tiger let go, smoothly transferring all of the weight onto the fox's arms. He pushed the weight up over and over again, each time struggling more. Finally, he started to get tired and moved it back into Octavian who took the bar and set down behind Alex's head.
"That was odd." Alex declared as he sat up.
"What was odd?" The tiger went off looking for more weight.
"That I could only do twenty of those I usually do so much more than that."
"Well, it's not my fault you're weak." He returned and squatted down to add more weights.
"I think it is your fault." The fox stood and stretched his chest.
"How is it my fault?" Octavian stood quickly.
"I think your scent threw me off." He plopped back down onto the bench.
The bare-chested one crossed his arms. "How did my scent throw you off?"
"Your crotch was right there."
The tiger eyed him oddly. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Alex just looked straight into Octavian's eyes and then down into his own crotch. The tiger looked as well and saw that the tight cloth was stretched out and looked like it was ready to burst. "That answer you question, tiggy?"
"I guess it does."
"Does it bother you? I could try and calm down if you want. And you don't have to worry about me hitting--"
"It doesn't bother me. Just... for right now... let's keep this... you know... professional."
"Are you saying that it might turn into something later?" His ears perked up and his eyes brightened.
"Just get up and spot me, alright?"
For an hour they went about their exercise with an awkward hush. At the end of his last exercise Alex laid down on the floor with his limbs splayed out in each direction.
Octavian sat, cross-legged, next to him. "Are you alright, Alex?"
"I'll be fine, tiggy. I'm just tired. Thanks for asking."
"Why do you call me that? We're not very much more than teammates. Definitely not were we would start using nicknames."
"I don't like calling you 'Tay' and 'Octavian' is too long to be saying all the time so I call you 'tiggy'. Besides we have been teammates for the last two and a half years. I think we'd know each other pretty well by now."
"I'm glad you don't like calling me 'Tay' because I don't like it either. But it makes me feel bad that you're comfortable enough to give me a nickname and I don't."
"Then start calling me 'foxy' and we'll be even."
"Deal."
Another silence.
"Are we done?" Alex asked.
"If you want to stop."
"I want to wrestle a little before I call it a day."
"Alright."
The pair stood and walked down the hall to the practice room that the wrestlers shared with the martial arts club. The room smelled constantly of sweat and occasionally of blood. It was a simple layout: a brick room with a padded, green floor bound with a ring inside a white box about 16 feet wide and three lines in the center. the room itself was only barely large enough for the box so, generally, no one but the competitors and the referee were allowed in the room at a time but everyone could watch through the window anyway so it was a rule of formality.
"We'll do three rounds. Best two out of three is the best on the team, okay?" Octavian said as he took off his shorts.
"Shouldn't the others be -- Whoa! What's with the lack of pants?"
"Well, jeans -- even cut-offs -- are not great for wrestling in; too much cloth to grab, and since you won't mind me in my jock strap I decided I'll wrestle in that."
Alex chuckled. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it... Seriously. Besides, the ancient Greeks used to do it in front of hundreds of people stark naked. I'll write it off as a humble homage to history."
"Clever." The fox twisted his chest to stretch his waist.
"I thought so," the tiger said as he stretched his arm behind his head.
"Now about this best on the team thing; don't you think everyone else might want to be in on this?"
"I have the best official record on the squad in any weight class. I also, on a regular basis, beat the heavy-weight champion of the school. If you can beat me, you can beat anybody."
"If you say so." The fox shook out his arms and legs to finalize his stretch and then stooped down in a ready position.
Octavian bent down, too. They shouted out the word 'go' together and slammed up against each other. The pushed and pulled against each other's bodies trying to throw the other off balance but neither could get the upper hand. Suddenly, the tiger dropped his body almost all the way to the ground and dashed between his opponent's legs. Once his shoulders connected with the fox's legs he lifted his body and flipped Alex easily. Then he started to fall back with the fox and, with a loud slam, he pinned him against the mat.
Alex barked in pain. "Man... Why do you have to hit so hard?"
"The same reason I pin so hard." The tiger flipped over and twisted Alex's limbs in ways that almost seemed impossible. The fox instantly tapped the ground and the tiger let up. "I want to make sure you don't want to wrestle me anymore."
"It works, let me tell you," Alex said testing out his un-twisted body.
"You want another round? Or do you want to concede to me now?"
"I don't think so, Tiggy. I'm gonna take you down."
They collided again but this time the fox moved forward and twisted Octavian over, forcing him to the ground. He then lifted his legs holding him against the mat for three seconds.
"I didn't expect that one." The tiger said.
"That's what I was going for. Final round."
"Okay. Here we go."
They pushed their bodies together for a third time. They tugged at each other neither gaining position, then Octavian shifted his weight up then wrapped his arms around the fox's back. Alex, sensing his own defeat, ripped the small cloth around the tiger's groin and when it gave way Octavian immediately pushed back.
"What did you do that for?"
"I knew if I surprised you, you wouldn't try to beat me into the mat, and I wasn't sure if you would appreciate me putting my muzzle in it so I just took it off."
"Now I have to get a new one."
"You can't possibly have only one."
"I have more but..."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Nothing, I guess," Octavian supposed as he picked up his shorts, "I just like having things a certain way."
"OCD, much? ...Are we done?"
"You cheated and are therefore disqualified from this competition."
"You just don't want to admit that I beat you."
They walked to the locker room together and gave each other furtive looks before going off to their separate lockers. Since he was naked already he took a clean towel and went straight to the showers.
He let the water pour over him. He knew what he wanted to do now but he knew that he couldn't. Someone might find out, it would kill his reputation. Augustus would go on a rampage. He was the school's premiere gay-basher and if he was in a real fight, could easily grind just about anyone into a red mushy pulp; he was the heavyweight champ after all.
He heard clicking on the floor and turned his head to see Alex standing there. Now the only thing covering him was a white towel that was almost invisible against his equally white fur.
"When you said 'for now' did you mean 'keep it for later' or was that code for 'not on your life'?" The fox asked, not moving.
"I... I don't know."
"It shouldn't be that hard. You're the one that said it... Well then, tell me this first: do like me like that?"
"I guess so."
"Then did you mean 'later' or 'never'?"
"I told you I don't know. That was then, this is now. Things are different."
"Okay. Then what do you want now?"
"I want you to show me."
"Show you what?"
"How to do it. I've never been with a guy before."
The fox took off his towel and hung it next to Octavian's then walked to him slowly. "You've known for a while, right? That you're 'this way' I mean." The tiger nodded his head. "You could have been with as many guys as you wanted if you just said anything to almost any of the guys around here. A friend of mine would take his clothes off in the lunch room if it meant that you would have sex with him. You're an icon here: the perfect male ."
"I am?"
"You are a twit." They chuckled softly for just a second then when the only sound was the rushing water, Alex touched the tiger's wet chest. "There isn't anything to show you really unless... unless you're gonna bottom for me."
"What's that?"
"I do you from behind."
"That sounds painful."
"It is, at first, but there's this spot in there that feels incredible when you get into it."
"What do I do?"
"Uh... I never had to explain for a bottom before... uh... put your paws against the wall and then spread your legs out and kind of bend over."
The tiger did as he was told and moved his long tail to the side as he pieced together what would come next.
Alex rubbed his shoulders. " Yeah that's it. Just relax. It'll be easier that way. Alright?"
Octavian exhaled and closed his eyes loosely. He did it before when he had his arm relocated; he thought it couldn't hurt more than that so he just waited. The tip of Alex's member touched him unexpectedly and rested on the ring for a while.
"Just hold yourself up. I'll take care of everything else." The fox whispered with other sweet nothings as he pushed his shaft into the tiger. Octavian couldn't hold back a grimace as the tool sunk deeper into his body. The heat filled him and the meat was tightly pressed against his innards but once the knot at the base of his partners member reached the ring through which the rest had already passed, Alex reversed the motion, releasing the immense pressure. When he returned he came faster pushing harder, coaxing a growl from deep in Octavian's chest.
They continued, the passion growing more and more intense until the growling from the tiger was reverberating against the tile walls. "This is the part that means that we can't stop. We have to finish it from here. Do you understand?" Octavian could only reply by grunting before he started purring again. "Then we're going to do it."
The shaft pushed in again but instead of turning back it tried to force the thick knot into the tight passage. The tiger had gotten lost in a world of ecstasy in the joining of their two bodies but now he founding himself, the intense wrestler, welling up with tears as the fox behind him completed the union. The bulge entered the hole with a soft pop that was mostly covered in the sound of the shower.
Alex moaned, thrusting again, his movement restricted by his trapped tool. Both of them were reaching their peak and the fox began to bark and yip until he went over the edge sending his seed into Octavian's body. The sensation was just enough to do the same to the tiger and he let out a deafening roar that thundered against the walls.
The sound died away and Alex's still slightly swollen member slipped out with another pop. "Oh my god," Octavian moaned, "That was incredible."
"How about if I clean up our mess?"
He looked around at his partner who had dropped down to his knees. Alex gripped the tiger's hips and sweetly licked the back of his legs and his deflowered orifice. Once he was finished he stood up and stared into the other's eyes.
'You have some on your muzzle." Octavian told him as he turned off the water.
"Where?" He lifted his paw to wipe it off.
"Here." He kissed the end of his muzzle, licking it intimately. "I love you, foxy."
"I thought we were barely friends." Sarcasm dripping from his tongue
"Shut up." He reached out for his towel but his knees buckled.
"Take it easy." Alex caught him and wrapped the towel around the tiger's waist. "It's not easy to take what you did. You don't know how tight you were... well, you probably do but, that not exactly what your ass is for."
With the fox's help, Octavian walked to his locker and dressed so he could go to his next class.
"How am I going to explain the walk?" The tiger asked, taking his first few steps toward the door.
"Huh?"
"I'm going to be walking about like a cowboy until at least tomorrow."
"Say you dislocated something and we put it back in. That'll explain the roar, too."
"But I don't even gasp when coach does that."
"I'm not coach am I, he can also manage it so you can walk normal so don't go comparing us."
"Coach wouldn't do what you did, that's for sure."
There was a long pause while the two new lovers stared at each other. "I realized just now that we really shouldn't have done that." The other students who had all finished their gym classes or getting ready for one filed past them into the locker room as they made their way out.
"I know. But I couldn't resist it. I guess the reason I wasn't so... outgoing with you was because I wanted that so much. I couldn't bring myself to ruin everything."
"Did you really ruin it?"
"I guess not." They stopped in a dark corner. "Can anyone see us?"
"No... Why?"
Octavian pulled Alex into a deep passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling together playfully. "Until Nationals are over I can't do that in public."
Alex broke away to go to class but Octavian, as if unwilling to let him go, licked his muzzle then let his paw slide away from his new love.