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Wolves 2:

Silver Hoop

By WhiteClaw

Caleb scrambled around the room, looking for clothes. He grabbed the white tee shirt from the other night

and sniffed it. Tom's scent filled his nose. Definitely not what he wanted right now.

Caleb dove towards the closet and grabbed for whatever he could get. When he emerged from his room a

few moments later he was wearing a very rumpled pair of blue jeans and a white shirt that looked as though

it had seen better days.

He was both disappointed and relieved when he saw it was Alex ascending the stairs. "You're early,"

Caleb managed to croak out.

Alex paused, continued the last few steps up the stairs, and then stopped to look Caleb over. He leaned

forward a little and sniffed. "You smell like Tom," he said casually and walked past to his room, shutting

the door.

Caleb just stood there for a moment, deflating. He had been prepared to face Jeffery, a hundred and one

excuses for the phone conversation from last night filling his head.

Feeling suddenly foolish he leaned down and sniffed himself. Alex had been right. He did smell like Tom.

He headed for the shower, undressed, and turned the water on as hot as he could take. Under the shower's

spray the rest of the world felt far away and Caleb was left alone with his thoughts.

Half an hour later, Caleb emerged from the shower feeling cleaner and much better for it. He dried himself

off and gave himself a good shake before putting on a fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

The majority of the tension he'd felt was gone and the shower had also helped clear his head. He'd briefly

considered talking to Alex and telling him about what he'd told Jeffery. Maybe convince Alex to tell

Jeffery that he really had needed to use the phone.

But as tempting as it was to lie to Jeffery, and cover the whole thing up, it wouldn't be right. Jeffery hadn't

been completely honest and upfront with him about Mike, but he hadn't outright lied either.

And at this point, anything Caleb told Jeffery other than the truth, would be a lie.

Caleb went back to his room, closed the door, and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes, and breathed in

deeply. Tom's scent was still in the room, but it was slowly fading. It would be gone by the time Jeffery

got home.

He rolled over onto his side, still too nervous and confused to do anything productive. But waiting and

doing nothing would just make him feel worse.

Instead he tried to relax and let his mind drift off to thoughts of Tom. Sleep came remarkably fast, and as

Caleb dreamed, a small smile spread across his face.

* * *

Caleb woke up to the sound of voices. It was late and Caleb felt a bit disoriented. Judging by the fading

light coming through his window, he'd managed to sleep through most of the day.

Caleb rubbed his eyes, but his vision remained blurry. He still felt groggy and half asleep. He was vaguely

aware that the fresh clothes he'd put on were rumpled now, and he felt like he needed another shower if

only to wake himself back up.

Caleb tried to focus his bleary eyes on the clock. What time was it? As the numbers came into focus he

saw that it was a little after six.

Something about that time was important, he knew. It was something urgent. Voices drifted up the stairs

once again and he remembered. Jeffery!

Caleb bolted out of the bed. How long had they been here? Caleb felt the panic rise up in his throat and for

a moment he thought he was going to be sick. He strained his ears and listened to the voices downstairs.

He couldn't make out the words, but he could hear Jeffery's unmistakably deep voice. Another lighter

voice was speaking now, but it was unfamiliar. Caleb reasoned it must be Mike. He didn't know Mike's

voice well enough to be sure, but he didn't know whom else Jeffery would be talking to.

Suddenly, Alex's higher pitched voice floated up the stairs. Shit.

Alex had gotten to Jeffery before he could. There was no telling what Alex was saying to him and Mike

about the other night, but it wouldn't take much for Alex to expose Caleb's lie.

Caleb sat in the bed for a few more minutes, listening to the three of them talk. Maybe he could stay up

here, out of sight and out of mind. How long would it take Jeffery to come up here looking for him. He

could always pretend to be asleep. Or even better, he could try to sneak out.

Caleb looked out the window. There was a pretty sturdy tree just outside. He'd never had to sneak out

before, but he was pretty sure he could if he had to. It would be a simple matter to just...Footsteps

suddenly sounded on the stairs as someone much larger and heavier than Alex ascended them.

Caleb glanced out the window, but he'd never make it. There just wasn't time and the footsteps were

getting closer. He was starting to panic. Maybe he could still pretend to be asleep. Would Jeffery try to

wake him?

Someone knocked on his door. Frozen, Caleb sat in silence and wondered if whoever it was would go

away if he didn't say anything.

The door knob rattled and clicked as the door slowly swung open. "Hey there sleepyhead," Jeffery said,

poking his head in. "You awake in here?"

"Heh, yeah," Caleb said a little shakily.

Jeffery smiled and stepped into the room. "Guess you were out late last night after all," Jeffery said with a

grin. All the blood drained out of Caleb's face as he sure Jeffery was going to question him about last

night. But instead Jeffery just chuckled. "So, you going to come down stairs and join us or what?" Jeffery

said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

The same bed Caleb and Tom had had sex on just last night.

Caleb jumped out of the bed so fast he almost fell over. "Sure," he said, trying to usher Jeffery off his bed

and out of his room.

Jeffery looked around the room and sniffed. "Smells like pizza in here," he said casually. "I hope I'm not

going to find any furry plates under your bed."

Caleb gave a nervous laugh. "No, really, I've been good."

"I very much doubt that," Jeffery said, chuckling, but stood up and followed Caleb out of the room and

down the stairs. Half way down the stairs Jeffery called out, "Look who I managed to drag out his room."

"Hey Cal," Mike said with a wave as Caleb and Jeffery came into view.

Caleb nodded in response. "Hey Mike," he said trying to be casual. He was already nervous enough

without trying to make small talk with Mike.

Caleb walked into the living room and slumped into the recliner, while Jeffery took a seat next to Mike on

the couch.

"Up late?" Mike asked, noticing Caleb's general demeanor.

"Oh, just a bit," Caleb said, letting out a nervous laugh.

From the rocking chair next to the couch Alex suddenly chimed in. "Yeah, he was up late with his new--"

"Alex!" Caleb said, cutting him off.

"Oh, with his new what?" Jeffery asked, curiously. His ears swiveled forward and his tail twitched in his

thought. "Aha, I knew it, you did go on a date last night," Jeffery said, triumphantly. "So how'd it go?"

"Given how tired he is, I'd say it went pretty well," Mike said with a small smile.

"But you haven't heard the best part," Alex said, almost jumping up in down in the rocking chair.

"Alex, shut up!" Caleb said. He was getting desperate. Alex was about to tell them everything. Caleb

didn't know whether to lunge across the room and throw Alex to the ground or race out the front door.

Totally oblivious, however, Alex beamed with the knowledge that everyone in the room was looking at him

and waiting for him to speak. "See, it turns out that Caleb is g--" Alex never finished, however.

"I said shut the fuck up, you little shit!" Caleb roared. His fear had suddenly caught fire and was now

fueling his rage. He braced himself on the edge of his seat, ready to leap across the room and smack Alex

as hard as he could.

Shocked into paying attention, Alex recoiled in fear, his eyes wide and his tail curled up around him.

Jeffery and Mike were shocked too but Jeffery recovered much quicker. "What the hell is wrong with

you?" he said, standing up and moving between him and Alex.

His target no longer in view, Caleb slid back into the chair, literally shaking with rage. His claws gripped

into the arm rests so tightly the fabric began to tear under the pressure. But he couldn't speak. There were

no words for what he was feeling right now.

After a moment, Jeffery turned to Alex. "Alex, why don't you go on up to your room," Jeffery said with a

sigh.

Alex wanted to protest, but Caleb's outburst had scared him too much to do so. Instead, he stood up

shakily from his chair, his ears drooping and his tail still curled up tightly around him and quietly tiptoed

up the stairs. After a few moments they all heard the sound of his door being shut.

Jeffery took a deep breath and then let it out. He walked back over the couch and sat down rubbing his

temples. Mike feeling a little out of place wasn't sure if he should get up and leave or not, but Jeffery's

paw reached out to take his hand and held it tightly for a moment. It was a small gesture but the message

was still clear. Mike squeezed back and stayed seated next to Jeffery.

"Okay," Jeffery said with a sigh. "I already know that Alex wasn't here last night. I asked him about the

phone thing when I first got in. So I already know you lied to me about that." Jeffery paused a minute and

licked his nose which had suddenly gone dry. "Look I don't know what's going on, but I do know you lied

to me and I do know that you just blew up at Alex over nothing. So if we're going to do this, I'd like to

know why."

Caleb closed his eyes and turned his head away from Jeffery. Everything had fallen apart just as he'd

known it would. Hadn't it been only just this morning that he'd been wrapped in Tom's arms and

everything had seemed alright. What had gone so wrong between now and then.

"I don't want to talk about it," Caleb said.

"Cal..." Jeffery said in warning, his voice rising.

His own rage dying, Caleb was quickly filled with a feeling of cold fear. Jeffery angry wasn't a pretty sight

and definitely wasn't something he wanted to see. "Alright, alright...I did go on a date last night. But it

was my own thing and Alex...Alex had no business bringing it up," he said, some of the anger returning to

his voice.

"Okay, that's fine," Jeffery said trying to pacify Caleb. "Then why don't you tell us about it, instead."

"I said don't want to talk about it," he said looking away again. "It's just...I can't, okay.'

Jeffery frowned, a worried expression crossing his face. "Caleb, if something's wrong..."

Caleb let out an exasperated sigh. "You don't get it. I can't...I...You don't understand. It's hard. I'm..."

Caleb felt tears suddenly well up in his eyes. Everything had become so jumbled he didn't know what he

was even feeling anymore. "I met a guy...a wolf...named Tom," Caleb said, staring down at his lap. "He

came by last night. He's..."

Mike's eyes lit up with the sudden realization of what was going on. He let out a soft "Oh" but Jeffery

didn't notice. He was too busy staring at Caleb in confusion. "He's what?" Jeffery asked.

Caleb tried to swallow, but it hurt. His throat felt raw from shouting and he was just barely holding back

his tears. "He's who I went out with last night," Caleb said.

Caleb tried to look up and meet Jeffery's eyes, but couldn't quite manage to look him straight on. "I think

I'm...like you. I think I'm--"

Jeffery stood up quickly before Caleb could finish and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen,

slamming the kitchen door behind him. Caleb and Mike both stared after him, shocked and confused.

After a moment, Mike stood up. "I...I'm just gonna..." he gestured after Jeffery and headed towards the

kitchen. Quietly he opened the door, stepped in, and slid it shut behind him.

Jeffery was sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his paws. "Okay..." Mike said, trying to keep his voice

neutral. "What the hell just happened?" Jeffery continued staring at the table, and after a moment Mike

decided to continue. "Because, y'know, last time I checked, running out on a person when they're trying to

talk to you leads to things like car accidents and lengthy hospital stays," he said, trying to chuckle.

Jeffery let out a sound halfway between a laugh and sob.

Mike sighed and sat down across from him. "Okay, something is obviously wrong here, so why don't you

tell me," he said.

"You wouldn't understand," Jeffery said thickly.

"Well I understand you just walked out on you little brother while he was pouring his heart out to you,

which I don't think was the best decision in the world," Mike said frowning. "But I'm willing to listen if

you care to explain."

Jeffery sighed. "It's...complicated. Look, I...I can't explain it to you."

"Why not?" Mike said a little indignantly.

"Because," Jeffery said.

"Because why?" Mike said, starting to get irritated.

"Because you don't have a family," Jeffery snapped. "You don't know what it's like."

Mike blinked in surprise, taken back by the statement. "I see," Mike said slowly.

"I'm sorry," Jeffery said. "That's not--" But Mike cut him off.

"No, you're right," Mike said, his voice hard. "I don't have a family. So maybe I don't know exactly

what's like. But I wasn't aware that just because I'm a foster home reject meant my opinion didn't count

for anything."

"Mike, really I'm..." Jeffery tried to say, but Mike didn't let him finish.

"But one thing I do know is that you just walked out on your little brother while he's going through one of

the toughest moments in his life. So forgive me if I don't understand what kind of logic you're using that

makes that okay."

Jeffery put his paws on his face and started to cry, a sob escaping his mouth. The sight and sound of it cut

through Mike's anger like a knife. He stood up, went around behind Jeffery and wrapped his arms tightly

around the white wolf. "I'm sorry," Mike said. "I didn't mean..."

"He said he was like me," Jeffery said.

Mike slid into the seat next to Jeffery and put a hand on his shoulder. "What do you mean?"

Jeffery looked up at Mike, tears still running down his face. "It's just...it's been so hard. My whole

life...everything." Jeffery sniffed and rubbed his nose. "I did...some really stupid things when I realized I

was gay. But the worst was when I almost got the one person I loved killed."

"Jeffery that wasn't your fault," Mike said. "What I said before..."

"I know," Jeffery said. "I know, but I don't want him to end up like me." Jeffery wiped the tears off his

face and sniffed again. "Do you know...when you were in the hospital, they wouldn't even let me see you

at first. When I told them you didn't have any family they still wouldn't let me see you. But they almost

let Tracy go, because they thought she was your girlfriend. Your girlfriend could go see you but I...Not

that I was even anything at that point."

Mike reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around Jeffery.

"Everything has always been so hard and confusing and...Cal wasn't supposed to go through that. I was

supposed to take care of him and now he's..."

Mike rubbed his face against the fur on Jeffery's neck. "Right now, he's wondering why the one person

who has always taken care of him isn't there for him." Mike looked up at Jeffery. "Right now he's

confused and hurt and not sure of anything. But that doesn't mean he hasn't been happy or that his life up

till now has been miserable. You're a good person, Jeffery. And Caleb is too. He turned out great because

of you. But you're willing to throw that all away because he's not 'normal'?"

"I can't protect him," Jeffery said.

"No, but you can guide him. You can't watch over him every second of every minute of every day. But as

long as you go back in that room and talk to him, he'll at least know you care."

Jeffery nodded and wrapped his arms tightly around Mike. "I don't see how he'll ever find anyone as

wonderful as you," Jeffery said.

Mike pulled back a bit and kissed Jeffery's muzzle. "From the sound of things he may have already found

someone," he said with a smile. "So I think as the dutiful and overprotective brother, you should go in

there and find out everything there is to know about this guy."

Jeffery chuckled a bit and looked down. "I guess you're right. Are you coming too?"

"Actually I think this is probably something you two should talk about alone. I'll sneak around the other

side, and up the stairs. Alex is probably wondering what's going on. Not to mention he's probably bored

stuck in his room all alone."

Jeffery kissed Mike again and hugged him tight. "Thank you."

Mike just smiled back.

Jeffery stood up, took a deep breath, and walked back into the living room. Caleb hadn't moved from his

position on the recliner. He was still staring down at his lap when Jeffery sat back down on the couch.

They both sat there for a few minutes, neither sure what to say or who should speak first. "I guess I

understand why you didn't want to tell me," Jeffery said, breaking the silence and trying to smile

"I take it you're disappointed," Caleb said sullenly.

Jeffery closed his eyes and tried to think how best to word this. "I'm sorry," he said at last. "About

walking out like that. It's not that I...This guy you met. Tom. Does he make you happy?"

Caleb looked up at Jeffery, then looked away blushing. "Yeah...he does."

"Then I'm glad," Jeffery said, reaching out to put his paw on Caleb's and giving it a gentle squeeze. Caleb

squeezed back, relief flooding through him.

"So," Jeffery said, leaning back on the couch, "I take it since you were up late last night that means you

two have gotten to know one another pretty well."

Caleb blushed furiously and looked back down at his lap again.

"Hey, it's okay," Jeffery said with a chuckle. He paused for a moment as if considering something. "Can I

ask how it was, or is that going to be too weird for you?"

Caleb chuckled, still blushing. "It was...nice. Really nice, actually. I'd never actually..."

"Ah...so he was your first," Jeffery said with a nod.

"Yeah," Caleb said shyly.

"What's he look like?"

"Cute," Caleb said with a nervous laugh. "He's a brown wolf. Kind of wild looking. He's got a couple of

piercings in weird places. But not that weird," Caleb added hastily. "I met him down at the pizza place

actually."

"Wow, and you asked him out, just like that?" Jeffery said, impressed.

"Actually he hit on me a couple of times," Caleb said embarrassed. "Then, ah,...well I didn't so much ask

him out as Alex told him I wanted to and then told him to pick me up at eight."

Jeffery stared at Caleb for a minute in disbelief, then burst out laughing. Apparently it was contagious

because a moment later Caleb started laughing too. In between fits of laughter, Caleb managed to tell how

Alex had set him up and even how he'd been confused as to who was supposed to pick up whom.

When they were both out breath but still chuckling, Jeffery stood up and walked over to Caleb, giving him

a hug. "I really am happy for you bro," he said.

"Thanks," Caleb said hugging him back.

"So when do I get to meet this handsome wolf that swept my brother off his feet?"

"I don't know. He's working tonight. I didn't really want to bother him at work, but I'm supposed to call

him tonight."

"Hmm," Jeffery said. "Alright, I guess if he's busy, it can wait. If I don't get to meet him before the

weekend is over though I want you to send me a picture." Jeffery smirked and gave Caleb a mischievous

look. "Clothing optional."

"Jeffery!" Caleb said, throwing a seat cushion at him.

"Kidding, kidding!" Jeffery said, throwing his paws up in defense.

"God, you're such a perv," Caleb said.

"Well how else am I supposed to see these 'interesting piercings' of his," Jeffery said with a chuckle.

Caleb groaned.

"Does he have his tongue pierced, because I hear that feels really good when they go down on--"

Caleb threw the other seat cushion at Jeffery.

***

Tom caught the phone on the fifth ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Cal," Caleb said, a little nervously on the other end. "Hope it's not too late."

Tom rubbed his eyes. "No, no," he said, trying to keep the exhaustion out of his voice. "I just got back

from work about an hour ago. How are you?"

"Pretty good, I suppose. Jeffery and Mike are here."

"Oh yeah, your brother and his boyfriend. How did things go with them?"

"Um...well, I told Jeffery about...y'know..." Caleb hesitated, unsure of what word to use. Were they

actually together now, or was it too early to start thinking that way.

"You told him about us?" Tom asked.

"Yeah," Caleb said relieved. Tom apparently considered them together after all.

"So how'd he take it?"

"Heh, well he was a little...I guess surprised at first, but everything worked out. So we're good." Caleb

hesitated for a moment. "Actually he wanted to know if he could meet you. Are you busy tomorrow?"

Tom sighed. "Yeah actually, I am. I don't think I'm going to be free much this weekend."

"I take it things are busy over the weekend?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah," Tom said a little evasively. "Y'know, got bills to pay and whatnot, so I gotta work."

"Okay," Caleb said, a little disappointed. "Well, can I call you again tomorrow? Same time?"

"Of course," Tom said, smiling. "Don't worry, I'll make a point to get some time off work to come see

you." Tom could almost hear Caleb blush over the phone.

"Alright, well I guess I should get to bed. I'll call you tomorrow," Caleb said.

"Alright. 'Night, stud," Tom said. Tom chuckled to himself as he heard Caleb gasp and choke in

embarrassment on the other end of the phone.

"'Night," Caleb said a little weekly.

Tom hung up the phone and leaned back rubbing his temples. He'd stayed up to wait for Caleb's call, but

the truth was that he was exhausted. He needed sleep if he was going to make it through a double shift

tomorrow.

Someone banged on the door, startling him. After a moment they banged on the door again, this time

harder. By the time Tom got to the door, they were banging so hard even the door frame was shaking.

Tom quickly undid the latch. He started to open the door, but was knocked back as a large bear pushed

through. The bear was large, fat, and greasy looking. The stench of old cigars and unwashed fur filled the

room in a matter of seconds.

"Can I help you, Mr. Burrows?" Tom asked, trying not to gag as his landlord glared down at him, his beady

eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck is this, you little shit!" the bear roared, waving a wad of bills in Tom's face.

"Looks like rent money," Tom said, dryly.

The bear pushed further into the room forcing Tom to back up a few steps. "Like hell it is!" the bear roared

again. "You're a hundred fucking dollars short! Where's the rest?"

Tom gritted his teeth. "I'll have it for you soon, I swear, I just need a little more time," Tom said trying to

stay calm.

"Bullshit! I want the rest of it by Monday, boy!" Mr. Burrows said. "Or I'll find another way for you to

pay me," he said, leering at Tom and grabbing his crotch.

Tom tried to hide the disgust on his face. "I'll have it for you...sir," he added.

The bear reached out, grabbed Tom by the collar, and shook him hard. "Don't take that tone with me you

little shit! And don't think I won't hit you in the face either, just because I like that mouth of yours. You

still have an ass, and it's going to be mine Monday if you don't fucking pay up! Otherwise, I'm going to

kick you out on it!" Mr. Burrows let go of Tom and pushed him back causing him to fall back on the bed.

"Monday," Mr. Burrows said in warning as he grabbed his crotch again and glared at Tom one last time

before turning around, waddling out the door, and slamming it behind him.

Tom swallowed hard as he heard the bear lumber down the hall. It looked like he wasn't going to be

getting a lot of time off work after all, or Burrows would make good on his claim. Tom shuddered. He'd

promised himself he'd never let that dirty old lech touch him again, especially now that he had Caleb.

Tom sighed. He had to work and for that he needed rest. He walked to the door, making sure to double

lock it before turning off the lights. In the darkness, the sounds of the city seemed to grow louder as car

horns and sirens blared in the distance.

Tom lay awake for several minutes staring at the ceiling before he fell into a fitful sleep. But a small smile

spread across his face as he dreamed of Caleb.

***

Caleb hugged Jeffery tightly as they stood in the doorway. "Be good, alright," Jeffery said, ruffling

Caleb's hair.

"Aren't I always," Caleb said with a smirk.

"Hardly," Jeffery said dryly.

Caleb pulled back from Jeffery. Mike and Caleb exchanged nervous glances before they embraced in an

awkward hug. Alex was next, hugging both Jeffery and Mike with equal enthusiasm.

"Don't forget, I want a picture of this new guy," Jeffery said. "And he better be cute, too," he added with a

wink. Caleb groaned and Jeffery just grinned. "Alright, alright, take care you two."

"Bye," Alex and Caleb said in unison as Jeffery and Mike waved before getting into Jeffery's car. Both

Caleb and Alex stood there watching until the car was down the road and out of sight.

Stepping back inside, the house suddenly felt empty without Jeffery or Mike there. Perhaps Alex had

noticed it too, because instead of heading straight back to his room, he continued standing there next to the

door with Caleb.

All four of them had spent the weekend going out, watching movies, and eating fast food. Neither Caleb

nor Alex had really spoken about the incident on Saturday, both of them too caught up in the events of the

weekend. They had both glossed over it and acted as if it never happened. But the sudden return to

normalcy seemed to beg the tying up of loose ends, and Caleb felt the weight of guilt urging him to say

something.

"Hey, Alex," Caleb started to say. "About the other day..."

"Do you think Tom can come over tonight?" Alex said changing the subject. "Maybe we could...maybe

go out and do something." Apparently Alex had been just as aware of the tension between them as Caleb

had. But with his customary nonchalance, he had cleared it all away with a simple question. Obviously

there was no need to bring up the incident. It was forgiven and forgotten as far as Alex was concerned.

"Yeah, maybe," Caleb said with a small smile. "I'd like that." In truth, however, Alex bringing up Tom

had reminded Caleb of his other fears and doubts. Tom had been increasingly evasive over the phone and

had sounded more than a little exhausted when Caleb had called last night. At one point, Caleb was sure

that Tom had fallen asleep on the other end.

To make matters worse, Tom had been less and less optimistic about getting together tonight, the one thing

that Caleb had been looking forward to all weekend. The more he thought about it, the more Caleb

wondered if Tom was avoiding him

"I don't know for sure when he's off tonight," Caleb said, half to Alex and half to himself. He walked into

the living room and sat down on the couch. Alex followed but didn't sit. "I guess I could call and see if

he's home." Of course he still didn't know exactly where Tom lived, so unless Tom was willing to come

see him or give him directions, that wasn't going to work. "I'm pretty sure he's still at work right now

anyway."

"Well why don't you just go see him at work?" Alex asked.

Why didn't he? "Because he's probably busy," Caleb said, but he wondered if that was the only reason.

Would Tom brush him off if he went down to see him at work? Would showing up there be considered

clingy or weird?

There were a lot of reasons not to go. But it didn't change the fact that deep down, Caleb just wanted to see

Tom again. Maybe that was the only thing that mattered.

Alex shrugged, and then turned to bound up the stairs to his room, stopping at the top, and turning around.

"Let me know if we're going out later," he called down the stairs.

"Okay," Caleb yelled back.

With that, Alex turned back around, and continued into his room, closing the door behind him. Caleb

wondered when the world had become so active and invading that he couldn't do the same. Hadn't he once

been able to hide up in his room and spend hours doing nothing? Instead, here he was being spurred into

action by doubts and thoughts that only a few days ago he would have never guessed would be running

through his head.

Caleb reached for his keys before he even knew what he was doing. Or maybe his body had already

decided and his brain was just now catching up. All he knew was that he was heading out the door.

And he was going to see Tom.

***

Jamie sat on a bench outside the restaurant and took another drink from the bottle in his paws. The sun was

still setting but it was just getting dark enough that no one interested in looking would be able to tell off

hand what he was drinking.

The strong odor of alcohol that emanated from the hyena, however, did more than a little to confirm the

suspicions of the restaurants patrons. Jamie just smiled and would occasionally laugh, a high yipping

sound that his kind was famous for, when someone passed by and gave him an odd look.

Most people chose to ignore him and Jamie was pretty much content to remain ignored. That is until he

saw the white wolf.

Jamie let out a long whistle as the wolf walked up towards the restaurant. "Hey there, cute stuff," Jamie

said, his voice only a bit slurred by the alcohol. "Haven't seen you here before."

Caleb cringed and blushed in embarrassment. The hyena was obviously drunk, and looked more than a

little shady. Caleb tried to just nod at the hyena and slip by him, but Jamie stuck out his paw blocked

Caleb's path.

"Hey now, where ya going?" Jamie said, still leering. "There's nothing interesting in there. Why don't

you stay out here with me?" Jamie grabbed the top of Caleb's jeans and fumbled with them a bit in an

attempt to grope him.

Caleb pulled back, or at least tried to, but despite his inebriated state, the hyena had a strong grip on the

waist of Caleb's pants. "I-I'm h-here to s-see someb-body," Caleb stuttered.

"Oh really," Jamie said. "And who might that be?"

Caleb really didn't want to answer the hyena's questions, but he hoped that if he did, the hyena would let

him go. "H-he works here," managed to say. "His name's Tom."

The hyena eyes widened and he sat back on the bench, his paw finally releasing its death grip on Caleb's

pants. Caleb instantly took a step back in an attempt to get out of the hyena's reach. Caleb looked down to

make sure his pants hadn't become unbuttoned, but when he looked back up the hyena's eye's had

narrowed.

"So you're his new boy toy, eh," Jamie said bitterly. He took another drink from his bottle and looked

Caleb up and down. "Yeah, you look like his type."

"What do you mean," Caleb asked, too stunned by the hyena's sudden change of attitude to try to head for

the door again.

"Was he your first?" Jamie said, some of the leer returning to his expression. "Yeah, I bet he was. He can

always tell. Has a thing for virgins, y'know. Like's 'em all new and tight."

Jamie laughed again, but Caleb ground his teeth in anger. "What the hell do you know about Tom," Caleb

spat and charged forward making his way for the door again.

"Probably a lot more than you since I dated him for two months," Jamie said with a sneer. Caleb stopped

where he was and felt his blood run cold. "Guess he didn't mention me, huh?" Jamie said with a chuckle.

"Or all his other boyfriends, either. Yeah, Tom gets around. Or haven't you noticed his car isn't here."

Jamie watched Caleb's expression carefully as Caleb turned and scanned the parking lot. "Don't see it do

you," Jamie said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let me guess, you haven't see him since he fucked you.

He's always 'too busy' or 'too tired,' right?"

One look at the worried expression on Caleb's face told Jamie everything he needed to know. "He's not

been at work, kid," Jamie said his expression suddenly serious. "And in case you haven't figured it out,

Tom has a lot of nice things for someone with a shitty job at a place like this," he said, jerking his thumb at

the restaurant. "How do you think he gets it all, huh?" Jamie said, licking his lips suggestively.

Caleb felt as though the sky had fallen on top of him and that the weight of it would cause him to collapse

at any minute. Every doubt he'd ever had about him and Tom seemed to be coming out of the hyena's

mouth.

"Look, kid," Jamie said, standing up and putting his arm around Caleb's shoulders causing Caleb to

wrinkle his nose at the smell. "I dumped Tom's ass quite a while ago, and I suggest you do the same

before he sucks you dry and leaves you to rot. But you wanna see him, right? That's the whole reason why

you came here, isn't it? Why don't you let me give you directions to his place, then?" Jamie smiled, the

picture of selflessness.

Caleb didn't have time to nod before Jamie started to point the way. Somehow he managed to pay

attention to what Jamie was saying despite all the thoughts that were running through his head. "Now,"

Jamie said with a smile, "why don't you head on over there. And here's a key to his place. I've been

meaning to give it back to him for some time. But I think you should deliver it."

Caleb nodded numbly as he took the key and started to walk to his car. "Um...thanks," he said, unsure if

that was the right word for it.

"No problem," Jamie said with a wave, a smile still plastered on his face.

As Caleb drove away, Jamie couldn't contain himself anymore and started to laugh.

***

Long before Caleb pulled up to the apartment complex, he realized he was in the bad part of town. The

streets were narrow and filthy and the buildings were old and run down. Tom's place was no different.

As Caleb stepped out of his car he noticed the parking lot was mostly empty. The whole area had an eerie

feel to it and Caleb walked quickly to the building.

Stepping inside he almost gagged on the stale air and stench of mold. All around the plaster had cracks in

it as well as signs of water damage and age.

The stairs creaked as Caleb started up them and he had the unsettling feeling that they would collapse.

Jamie had said Tom lived in 3B.

Caleb reached out, put a paw on the railing, and almost fell as the rail sagged under his weight. Looking up

Caleb saw the railing was cracked much like everything else in this place. Putting a paw against the

cracked plaster, Caleb hugged the wall as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

By the time he reached the third floor he was sure the entire building was going to fall out from under him.

How could Tom live here?

For a moment Caleb wondered if Tom even did live here. He'd followed directions from a total stranger

after all. There was no telling what he might be walking into.

Caleb suddenly wanted to turn back, but looking down the hall he saw a door with chipped brown paint and

tarnished gold letters that read 3B.

He hesitated. Then began walking towards the door. Worse case scenario he could pretend he had the

wrong address. But something told him it was right. There had been a gleam in Jamie's eyes that had told

Caleb he was enjoying the idea of Caleb finding out Tom was everything Jamie said he was. Jamie had

been too intent on the whole idea of sending him this far for it to just be a prank.

Caleb walked up to the door and knocked. When no answer came, Caleb knocked harder, feeling the old

wood give slightly under the pounding. Another moment passed and still no answer came. Caleb fished

around in his pocket for the key Jamie had given him. It was old and worn and matched the look of the

lock.

The key slid in gently and turned without hesitation. Caleb held his breath as he turned the knob. As the

door swung open, Caleb stared into the darkness of the room. Cautiously he reached just inside the

doorframe and fumbled for a light switch.

There was click and low buzzing sound as a single bulb bathed the room in it's dull light. Caleb stepped

inside and pushed the door too behind him. There wasn't much to the room, a small kitchen, a bed, a chair,

and a desk with a few clothes hanging on the chair. Two sliding doors marked the closet and another

smaller door led to an equally small bathroom.

The place was strangely tidy and neat in comparison to the building itself. Despite being mostly bare, there

was definitely signs that someone lived here and that the room was well taken care of.

Caleb suddenly felt very out of place. He didn't belong here. Turning he reached for the doorknob and

spotted a work shirt hanging on the door. He recognized the design as the same one worn by the waiters at

the pizza place Tom worked at.

Caleb reached for the shirt and checked the front and the pockets but there was no nametag for the shirt.

Caleb turned and spotted a flash of red on the chair by the desk. Reaching for it he lifted it from the back

of the chair. It was a red shirt. Just like the one Tom had worn the night they'd gone on their date.

Caleb brought the shirt to his nose and breathed in deeply. Tom's scent flowed into his nose, a welcome

relief from the dank smell of the building that seemed to permeate every thing.

But now there was no mistaking it. This was Tom's place.

The realization brought guilt with it as Caleb realized he was here without permission. What if Tom came

home to find him here? Would he be angry that he had more or less snuck in?

Caleb set the shirt back down on the chair. He'd seen more than he should have as it was. Heading for the

door, Caleb heard an audible click as someone turned the knob. His heart jumped up into his throat as he

realized Tom was back. Before he could react the door floor open and he was knocked back so hard he fell,

his head and shoulders slamming into the side of the bed.

Dazed, Caleb's vision blurred as a large figure made it's way towards him.

***

Even before he stepped outside, Tom knew Jamie was there. He had followed the laughing all the way

from inside the store, and by the time he reached the door he had already recognized the distinct sound for

what it was. Or rather who it was.

Jamie was obviously drunk. The smell of the alcohol alone was enough to tell Tom that. But Tom also

knew that Jamie only laughed like that when he was three-fourths of the way through a bottle.

"You're scaring away the customers," Tom said leaning down beside Jamie.

Jamie jumped in his seat and then starting convulsing from laughter. "Hahaha, I guess I am," he said taking

a sip from the bottle he had in one paw.

"You need to stop drinking that shit," Tom said.

"And you need to mind your own fucking business," Jamie said with a grin. "Besides, you have other

things to worry about." Jamie's muzzle split in a grin that quickly turned into a chuckle and then full out

laughter as he rolled around in his seat.

Tom waited patiently, quite used to this display. "Such as," Tom said with a raised eyebrow when Jamie

had quieted down a bit. Knowing Jamie he'd made a pass at someone coming into the store and then

vomited on their shoes.

Tom scanned the street for police lights and then turned his attention back to the giggling hyena who was

desperately trying to get his laughter under control enough for him to speak.

"Your new boy toy," Jamie said giggling.

Tom gave Jamie a puzzled look, "What are you talking about?"

"White wolf, young, cute, virgin," Jamie said with a wink. "Well formally," he said and then started

laughing again.

Tom paled and reached down to grab Jamie's shoulders. "Caleb was here?" he said all the amusement gone

from his voice.

Jamie, however, just laughed.

But Tom's patience was gone. "Was Caleb here? Where is he?" Tom said shaking Jamie hard, worry

creeping into his voice.

Jamie was suddenly dizzy from the shaking, "Whoa..." he said just before launching forward past Tom and

puking into the bushes in front of the store.

"Heh....heh," Jamie said between coughs. "Should have...known, you'd be...sweet on this one," Jamie

gasped as he wiped his mouth. "So you'll be happy to know I finally put that spare key you gave me to

good use," Jamie said with grin, his eyes slightly glazed over. "You were always pestering me to give it

back it ya. I actually came by to give it to ya. But I figured he could use it more. So I handed it over.

He's currently taking a tour of your mansion," Jamie grinned and started to laugh and cough at the same

time.

Tom grabbed Jamie by the shoulders again, pulled him up right, and pushed him hard up against the wall of

the building. "When?" Tom demanded, his eyes burning.

Jamie winced from the pain, his vision blurring from being shaken around so much. "'Bout...ten minutes

ago. He...he's got a pretty good head start on you."

"You idiot," Tom spat, shook his head, let go of Jamie, and ran for his car.

Jamie slid down the wall, still too drunk to stand up straight. "Heh...he was going to find out about

you...sooner or later," Jamie called after Tom before he gave up and sat on the pavement. He took another

sip from his bottle as he listened to Tom's tires squeal.

Jamie smiled to himself, closed his eyes, and lowered his head. A few moments later the empty bottle

slipped from his paw and rolled across the concrete.

***

The bear grabbed Caleb by the chin and lifted his muzzle upwards. "Aren't you a cute one," Burrows

sneared.

Caleb stared up at the bear as his vision slowly came back into focus. He dimly heard the sound of a zipper

being undone.

"How long has that little fucker let you stay with him?" Burrows growled. "Been paying him to live in my

apartment, huh?" He gave Caleb's head a hard shake.

"N-n-no," Caleb managed to sputter his vision blurring again. He tried to move away but he was backed up

against the bed and the bear had a strong grip on him.

"Well nobody stays here for free, you little shit," Burrows growled. "Time to pay up." Burrows grinned

and pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved it into Caleb's face.

Caleb flinched back, and then looked up suddenly realizing what was going on. "What?" Caleb said

shocked. "No way! Get away from me you fucking pervert!"

Burrows eyes narrowed. If his expression had been angry before, it was murderous now. Burrows

wrapped one of his giant paws around Caleb's neck and squeezed. Both of Caleb's paws instinctively flew

to his neck to try to pry Burrow's paw off his neck, but the bear's grip was too strong.

Caleb started to sputter and gasp as Burrows put more pressure on his windpipe. "Now you're going to

open up that little mouth of yours and suck me off," Burrows said.

A strangled growl escaped Caleb's mouth as he bared his teeth at the idea. But the bear's other paw seemed

to fly up from nowhere and smacked Caleb so hard his head smacked back against the metal edge of the

bed.

"And cover your fucking teeth or I'll knock them out," Burrows said, his grip tightening on Caleb's neck for

just a second before he loosening up.

Caleb gasped and coughed as his eyes watered. He stared up at the bear now very much afraid. The entire

left side of his muzzle was numb except for the stinging pain on his lips. Caleb ran his tongue over the spot

and tasted blood.

The bear tightening his grip on Caleb's neck and shoved his cock closer to Caleb's muzzle. "Unless you

want me to snap your pretty little neck you better get started," Burrows said with a leer.

Caleb's eyes watered again but this time they were tears as he realized he couldn't fight the bear.

"Get started!" Burrows commanded, banging Caleb's head back against the edge of the bed.

Caleb flinched but slowly opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the tip of the bear's cock. "Oh yeah,"

Burrows said in appreciation. Caleb continued to lick the head of the bears cock, nearly gagging on the

taste of his unwashed flesh. A bead of precum oozed out of the tip of Burrow's cock and onto Caleb's

tongue. The taste was so awful, Caleb thought he was going to be sick.

Burrows suddenly shoved his cock forward more, forcing the head into Caleb's muzzle. "Suck it," Burrows

ordered and began lightly thrusting. Caleb shuddered as the foul taste entered his mouth. Tears ran down

his cheeks as he tried to work his tongue around the bear's cock.

Burrows moaned in pleasure, but the sound was almost immediately followed by the creaking of the door

and a loud crack. Burrows shoved forward suddenly, forcing his cock down Caleb's throat and causing

Caleb to choke on it.

Caleb sputtered and fought to push the bear back. He noticed the bear's grip on his neck had slackened and

he took the opportunity to push the bear away from him as hard as he could.

With the exception of his enormous weight pulling him down, Burrows seemed to move with little

resistance. Caleb thought he heard him groan as he suddenly toppled to the side, his head landing on the

metal edge of the bed with another smack before he bounced off and collapsed on the floor.

Caleb didn't notice however. As Burrows large figure disappeared from his view another figure came into

focus.

Tom stood there, heaving deep breaths, several legs of the wooden chair he was holding now broken.

Caleb looked from Tom and the broken chair to Burrows lying unconscious on the floor and back to Tom.

They both watched each other for several moments, before Tom threw the chair aside, leaned down to lift

Caleb up and half walked, half dragged the white wolf out into the hallway. They both made their way

down the stairs and into the parking lot in record time, all without saying a word.

Tom shoved Caleb into the passenger side seat of an old rusty car as gently as he could, before jumping

into the drivers seat. The engine revved as Tom started the car and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

***

They drove in silence for most of the trip. Tom had started to drive towards Caleb's house, hesitated and

started heading for the hospital instead, only to change his mind and turn back towards Caleb's house.

If Caleb noticed the fact that they were driving in circles he didn't say anything about it. He didn't say

anything at all.

The silence that hung between them was so heavy Tom had trouble keeping his head up. Caleb it seemed

had surrendered to it and was simply staring down at his lap. Unspoken questions hovered on both their

tongues but the silence held their muzzles shut.

It was Tom's lack of direction that finally forced him to speak. "Do you want me to take you home?" he

asked.

Caleb slowly looked up as if he had just now realized that he could point his head in a direction other than

down. He stared at Tom blankly.

"Or maybe the hospital?" Tom said his voice wavering as the silence threatened to return. But Tom fought

it back and dared to ask the next question. "Are you...hurt?" he said faltering. He had meant to ask if

Caleb was alright, but the answer to that question was obvious.

Caleb turned to look out the windows, for the first time his gaze registering where they were. Was he hurt?

He wasn't sure. His face was still sore, but it was fading along with the stinging in his lip. Nothing was

broken, although it felt like something should be. But all he felt was lost and confused. Conditions that

didn't require a hospital.

"Home," Caleb croaked, his voice strangely rough and raspy. Noticing the strained sound of his own voice,

Caleb tried to clear his throat and found it still sore from where the bear's paw had gripped him so tightly.

Nevertheless he tried to clear his throat again. "Home is...good," he said.

Caleb suddenly looked up and around, taking in his surroundings. "Is this...your car?" he asked, not quite

looking at Tom.

Tom sighed and nodded. "Yeah."

"What about...the other?" Caleb asked, but he feared he already knew the answer.

"It was...a friend's," Tom said quietly. "They...owed me..."

"...a favor," Caleb finished for him. "Of course."

Tom sighed and shook his head. "What Jamie said...whatever he said to you..." Tom looked over at

Caleb as the sadness in his eyes began to pour out. "It's all true," he said quietly as he turned his eyes back

on the road. Tom paused. "Well...not all of it. Probably. But enough...enough of it was probably true."

Caleb stared out the window, watching blankly as the scenery passed by. "He said you...that you fooled

around. That that...was how you got things. And that that was why he broke up with you."

Tom snorted an angry expression crossing his face. "Heh, not quite," Tom said bitterly. "I broke up with

Jamie, not the other way around. We had a lot of...problems. But he...he always like to throw it in my

face. Called me a slut and quite a few other things. We had...terrible fights." Tom looked back over at

Caleb. "But I never fooled around while we were together. I guess that was part of the problem."

Caleb frowned and looked over at Tom confused.

Tom answered before Caleb could ask. "I had to work a lot harder to make enough money to get by

without...I was working a lot more. And we didn't spend a lot of time together because of it. But

Jamie...he would accuse me of cheating on him. The great irony is that if I had been, I would have had

more time to spend with him and he probably wouldn't have been so paranoid." Tom sighed. "You'd think

I would have learned my lesson by now."

Caleb's eyes widened as he suddenly understood. "The reason you haven't wanted to see me..."

"That's not true," Tom said, reaching out to touch Caleb's paw with his own. "I wanted to see you. I

wanted to see you every day, I swear. But..."

Caleb looked up as he realized they were pulling into his driveway. He briefly wondered what he would do

about his own car, which he'd left back near Tom's apartment. But he'd worry about that later. The aches

and pains of his body were more pressing.

Tom killed the engine and they once again sat in silence.

This time it was Caleb who spoke first, his physical pain finally overwhelming the mental shock of

everything that had happened. "Maybe we should both go inside," Caleb said.

Tom gave Caleb a wan smile as he opened his door and came around to the other side to help Caleb out.

"It's okay," Caleb said as he started to get out of the car. "I'm..." Caleb half leaned, half fell into Tom as

he suddenly became dizzy.

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy," Tom said, doing his best to support Caleb. "Maybe you should sit back down."

"No, no," Caleb said, taking a deep breath. "I just stood up too fast. Let's just...get inside."

Together they walked into the house, where Caleb gratefully collapsed on the couch. Tom ran to the

bathroom and returned a moment later with a damp washcloth. He gently wiped the blood out of the fur on

Caleb's muzzle while Caleb winced. "Sorry," Tom said setting the washcloth down. He took a good look

at the side of Caleb's muzzle. It had already started to swell and the dark bruising was starting to show

through Caleb's white fur. "We should really put some ice on that or something," Tom said frowning.

"I'll worry about it later," Caleb said, leaning back against the couch. His back and shoulders were killing

him from where he'd been slammed into the edge of the bed in Tom's apartment. Worse was the fact that

the pain was slowly but surely migrating up the back of his neck causing what he knew was going to be one

bitch of a headache. But despite this, he wanted to talk to Tom. He'd deal with the physical pain later.

"So the car..." Caleb said slowly. "I guess technically anything you did before the actual first date doesn't

count."

Tom sighed. "It was an old favor. "I haven't...I haven't done anything since Jamie and I broke up." Tom

sighed again. "With the exception of Burrows." Seeing the confused look on Caleb's face, Tom clarified.

"The bear. My landlord there at the apartment. I...believe me, I didn't enjoy it. And I never wanted to do

it. But...it's a little hard to have principles when you don't have a roof over your head."

"What about...your parents? Relatives? Friends?"

"It's not quite that simple," Tom said looking down. "My parents kicked me out when I was sixteen, right

after they found out I was gay. The rest of my family wasn't too sympathetic. As for friends...I ended up

living on the streets for quite a while. The only friends I had...they...weren't those kinds of friends." Tom

looked away from Caleb. "You'd be surprised how far you can get if people think you're cute and you're

willing to put out. It's...not exactly the life I wanted. But I didn't have a lot of options."

Caleb stared down at his own lap, not sure what to say. "At...at least you managed to get a job. And an

apartment."

Tom let out a short bitter laugh. "Yeah a crap job at a diner and an even crappier apartment. Turns out not

having a high school diploma wasn't a big turn on with most places. Not having a lot of money didn't leave

me with too many options. So, y'know...blow a guy here, let a guy fuck me there...it was better than being

on the streets, cold and starving."

Caleb looked away and then back at Tom. "What're you going to do now?" Caleb said biting his lip and

then wincing at the pain. "All your stuff back at your apartment..."

"Most everything I own is in my car anyway. I spent a lot of time living in it before I got the money to get

an apartment. Mostly I just lost clothes and a few knickknacks. But nothing important."

"You don't call losing a place to live important?" Caleb said shocked.

Tom finally turned to face Caleb. "Not compared to losing you," he said, reaching over to put his paw on

Caleb's. "The fact that he hurt you...if he had done anything else."

Caleb looked down at Tom's paw and held it firmly in his own. "Tom..."

"It's okay," Tom said sadly. "Nobody wants to be with a slut. It's not something I wanted you to know

about, but...well it's a little late now isn't it. I'm sorry. But I don't have anything to offer you."

Caleb stared at Tom for several seconds in confusion. "What are you talking about? You just sacrificed a

huge chunk of you life...your home and half your things...for me."

"I don't want you to feel obligated--" Tom started.

"I love you," Caleb said, and leaned in to gently kiss Tom's muzzle. "And...I can't say I don't care about

the rest. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

Tom shook his head. "But I don't have anything..."

Caleb raised his paw and gently put it over Tom's mouth. "You have me. And you have a home. Here

with me. If you want it."

"I can't..." Tom said.

"Why not?" Caleb asked.

"Caleb...we don't even know each other that well. I love you too, but...living with you? Do you have any

idea what that would be like? What if we can't stand each other? Sharing a room, a bed..."

"I wasn't actually going to put you in my room," Caleb said with a soft smile. "I don't want to rush into this

either. But...I thought we could start by putting you in Jeffery's old room. Even if things don't work

out...you always have a place to stay here. I owe you that at least."

Tom sighed and shook his head. "I can't..." he started but the look of determination on Caleb's face blew

away what few arguments he had against the idea. Tom chuckled softly to himself. "Just promise me

you'll let me pay you rent."

Caleb smiled. "We might be able to work out some kind of arrangement," he said with a bit of a smirk.

Tom grinned in spite of himself and leaned forward to kiss Caleb. "It's a deal."

Epilogue

Two Weeks Later.

Moonlight filtered in through the window and reflected off the silver rings in Tom's nipples. Tom flashed a

grin causing the light to shimmer off his perfect white teeth as well.

Caleb breathed deeply, and slowly lowered himself between Tom's legs, letting the head of his cock gently

touch against the soft skin of Tom's tail hole.

"It's okay," Tom whispered, reaching up to place his paws on Caleb's side.

Caleb shuddered as the head of his cock began to stretch the opening of Tom's hole. His cock felt rock

hard to the point that he was sure he was going to cum any minute. "Are you sure?" Caleb breathed. Tom

nodded and stroked Caleb's sides. "I don't want to hurt you..." Caleb began.

Tom smirked and slipped his arms around Caleb's waist, his paws grabbing firmly on Caleb's butt. Before

Caleb could object, Tom pulled Caleb forward, hard, the entire length of Caleb's cock burying itself in

Tom's tail hole.

Tom groaned and murred in pleasure as Caleb gasped, falling forward. Tom's balls were suddenly nestled

in the curve of Caleb's waist while Tom's cock pressed against both their stomachs.

Caleb laid his head on Tom's chest, breathing deeply. The sudden shock of being inside Tom had pushed

him to the brink of cumming, and as he felt his cock jump and twitch inside Tom as he fought to keep from

orgasming.

Tom ran his paws down Caleb's back and gently kissed his forehead. "It's okay," he repeated.

"I just..." Caleb paused to swallow, "...wasn't expecting that."

Tom smiled. "It can be quite a rush your first time. Both giving and receiving," Tom said with a smirk.

Caleb slowly lifted himself up on shaky arms. "Is this...what it's like for you?"

Tom smiled. "It's a little different for everyone," he said. "Just start out slow and work up to it." Tom

wrapped his legs around Caleb's waist and gave him a slight push forward. Caleb reacted by pulling back,

his cock beginning to slowly slide in and out of Tom.

When he finally felt like he could move without cumming, Caleb began to thrust harder. Tom bit his lip

and pulled Caleb down closer to him so that his cock was once again pressed between him and Caleb's

stomach.

Caleb began thrusting a little harder, taking extra care to rub his stomach against Tom's cock. Tom pulled

Caleb up a little closer and locked their muzzles together. Caleb shuddered again as he slipped his tongue

into Tom's mouth and thrust forward, penetrating Tom from both ends.

Tom wrapped his legs tighter around Caleb's waist forcing him in deeper and causing him to bury the entire

length of his cock inside Tom with each thrust. Tom arched his back to press his cock harder against Caleb

as his and Caleb's tongues twined around one another.

Caleb began thrusting harder as he moaned into Tom's mouth. His cock rubbing against the soft, warm

inside of Tom's tail hole was slowly claiming him. He began to thrust so hard he felt his furry balls slap

against Tom's butt.

They pulled closer and closer to one another, Tom's cock rubbing harder against Caleb's fur as they kissed

passionately. The bed began to rock from the motions of their thrusting.

Caleb buried his cock as deeply into Tom as he could then slid it out an inch. Again, he pounded it into

Tom as deep as he could, feeling himself growing closer to climax.

Tom's cock had begun to soak Caleb's and his own fur with precum, creating an even slicker surface for

Tom's cock to rub against. Tom kissed Caleb deeply as he felt them both quickly reaching their peak.

Caleb thrust again, his cock buried so far inside Tom he wondered how it was even possible. Again he

pulled out, but only long enough to shove it back inside, his cock desperate to be inside Tom. With a final

push, Caleb filled Tom with his entire length and ground the slick fur on his stomach against Tom's cock.

Caleb began to buck uncontrollably as fire seemed to fill his cock and white hot cum flooded into Tom's

tail hole.

The final push sent Tom over the edge as well, as they both moaned into one another's mouths. Tom's cock

erupted and spread cum against their stomachs. As they both bucked wildly in orgasm their bodies came

apart long enough for several shots of Tom's cum to cover both their chests.

Caleb began to gasp for air as his own cum slowly seeped out of Tom's tail hole and dribbled down onto his

balls. Yet more continued to pump out of his cock and fill Tom's hole.

Caleb finally collapsed on Tom, their kiss breaking as they pressed their sticky fur together and tried to

catch their breath. Caleb's cock continued to lightly twitch inside Tom, as Tom's own cock twitched in turn

pressed between them.

Caleb did his best to swallow while gasping for air, his entire body still jumping from post-orgasmic bliss.

His cock finally spent, he rested against Tom for several minutes while a few stray beads of cum continued

to work themselves out of Caleb's cock, seep out from between his cock and Tom's tail hole and dribble

down onto Caleb's balls.

Tom for the most part just held Caleb against him as his own cock continued to spread wetness between

them. "You okay?" Tom whispered.

Caleb murred and nuzzled Tom's neck. "Very much so," he said, his now semi-hard cock still firmly

pressed inside of Tom.

Tom smiled and gently stroked the fur on Caleb's back. "Do you want to go get cleaned up?"

Caleb groaned at the thought of moving. "Let's just stay here for a while."

"Like until morning?" Tom said with a chuckle.

"Mmm, sounds good," Caleb said, hugging Tom and resting his head on Tom's chest.

"This is starting to become a habit," Tom said, running his paw through Caleb's head fur.

"What, falling asleep inside one another?" Caleb said giving his cock a little twitch while he still could.

"You do it all the time," Caleb said with a grin.

Tom smiled. "I meant falling asleep together. In the same bed. I'm staring to wonder if there's a point to

us having separate ones."

"Hmm," Caleb mumbled into Tom's fur. "Maybe I like falling asleep with you."

"And I, you," Tom said, giving Caleb a tight hug. "But I thought we were supposed to be taking

things...well slow. You sure you're ready to start sharing a bed?"

Caleb remained silent about it for several minutes. "Well, I mean, if you don't want to..."

Tom leaned down and licked the side of Caleb's muzzle. "That's not what a I said, silly. I just want to

know if you're ready."

Caleb took a deep breath, inhaling Tom's scent. "I want you here with me," he said after a moment.

"Then that's where I'll stay," Tom said kissing the top of Caleb's head.

Caleb smiled and closed his eyes, the last thing he saw the silver hoop through one of Tom's nipples as he

fell asleep in his arms.

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Many thanks to JamieHyena for the use of his character (he's really a much nicer guy in real life).