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Hi, my name's Eli, I'm 18, and I'm an otter that doesn't like to swim. I mean, I like to swim, but I don't like the idea of people just assuming that I do. Sure, I'm on the swim team at my high school, but do I want to be? Not really. Do I want to be the token aquatic mammal? No.

I want to play soccer.

I've wanted to play since I was a kid, but my parents scoffed at the idea of me kicking a ball around a field. It lacked elegance, they said. Screw the whole "you can do what you care about, son, and we'll be behind you all the way" thing. Talk about support. Only Lucas, my older brother, gave a shit and let me dream. He'd practice with me after school before we went home, and he encouraged me to keep practicing even after he left to go to college. So I did. I had a membership at our local YMCA and would go the soccer field after swimming and play with a friendly, local league. My parents never found out, to my knowledge, and I got really good.

I've graduated, and I've been accepted into the one school I really wanted to go to: Helena University. It's in-state, they have an excellent archaeology department (my desired field), and they just so happen to have a kickass soccer team. My brother is also a junior there, and he's taken the liberty of driving me down before classes start to show me around campus AND introduce me to their soccer team!

"So you're actually still friends with the team captain?" I ask from the passenger seat of his Prius. "Like, you still actually know Conner Shore?"

Lucas rolls his brown eyes and sighs, "Yeah, Eli." He turns down the radio and his grip tightens on the steering wheel. "We were roommates freshman year. We're best friends." He shakes his head. "I've told you fifty times already: I'm not bullshitting you, okay?" He looks at me with a quivering smile, eyes wide and pleading. "Okay?"

I raise my hands defensively. "Okay, okay! Sorry!"

He'd rubbed the fact that Conner was his roommate in my face when he'd first found out, but it was still hard to believe. The hunky coyote was a soccer wizard, a bombshell when he was straight out of high school.

Lucas sighs again. "Sorry, I know you're just excited." He watches me out of the corner of his eye while also glancing back at the road. He reaches out and squeezes my left forearm like our grandmother used to do: too hard, but lovingly. "My little brother growing up and getting ready to venture out into the big, wide world!"

I scoff and shove him away. His long whiskers twitch as he laughs to himself.

"I can't wait, honestly," I say. "Mom and dad have been so weird lately." I rub my forearm absentmindedly where he'd grabbed me. "I mean, I get it, last kid out of the house and what not, but come on." I stare out the window, the world outside blurred and moving. "Let me breathe."

"They're just going to miss you," he says. "That's all. You're..." "The baby," I groan. "I know."

My tail twitches. I shift in the seat to get more comfortable. Lucas starts to reach for his phone on the dashboard to change the music but I snatch it and stick my tongue out at him as he scowls.

"Not while you're driving," I say, unlocking his device and scrolling through his playlists.

"Fine," he says.

It's a minute or two before he speaks again, long enough for me to find a playlist titled "90's classics" and without pause put on "Allstar" by Smashmouth.

"And don't worry," he says.

I sit his phone back down. "About what?"

"Conner? He's going to like you."

I look dumbly at him. "You think?"

"Yeah, I've told him about you. He can't wait to meet you."

I blush. "He said that?"

Lucas nods, bobs his eyebrows, and grins devilishly. "Yep. 'Captain Sexy' is so excited! "

I scoff. My skin tingles and, half-frowning-half-smiling, I have to look away from him. "Stop teasing me! That's not fair! I never called him that!" He laughs. "You did! And it's plenty fair! You never stopped teasing me when I showed you a girl that I liked!"

I tug on my seatbelt and turn to look out of the window so Lucas doesn't see how red my face is.

His mouth curls up to one side. "What was it you called Nancy Foster?"

"Rum Tum Jugger." His reflection in the window nods fondly without thinking, and then he jerks, turns, and frowns at me, but then he starts to smile and shake his head. "For a cat, she had huge tits, Luc."

"I know, Eli, but still! Uncalled for! Especially when she's within earshot!"

"Hey, you laughed. That was your own fault," I say with a smirk. "You did get chewed out pretty hard, though."

Lucas groans. "Yeah, I did. And lost my chances with her. Regardless, Conner is excited to meet you. He could use some new blood on the team."

My stomach tingles. "You never told me that!" I stare out of the windshield, eyes wide at the idea of playing collegiate soccer AND playing with my idol Conner. "Did he say that for real?"

He nods. "Yes. Oh, little brother. You're going to love college."

---

Lucas parks the car on the street and I drag my stuff out of the trunk. His apartment is on the third floor, so we stuff ourselves into an elevator and enjoy the jolt of weightlessness as we ascend. I follow Lucas down a maroon carpeted hallway and he unlocks and opens the door to 308. I follow him inside.

It smells like a carnival: a mixture of popcorn and musk. Mostly popcorn.

"Welcome to my home!" He throws his arms out and does a slow spin. "It's yours for the next week and a half, so get comfy, and..." He points toward a closed door to the left of the kitchen. "Don't go into Donnie's room. That's the only rule."

Donnie is Lucas' roommate: a raccoon. Science Major. Apparently comes in late from lab and watches TV until he falls asleep. I suppose he now comes in late from work until classes start back up.

I give Lucas a thumbs up and take a quick glance around. It's a cute place. I can tell my brother had a heavier hand in the decorating, though.

"How many Star Trek posters is too many?" I ask. I count seven placed around the den. Tastefully placed, I might add, but still.

He gawks and looks genuinely perturbed. "Those are prints, dear Eli. Works of art."

"Uh-huh."

There's a light-blue, comfy looking couch facing the eastern wall where a decently sized flat-screen rests atop a dark, wooden stand packed full of DVDs and video games. A Playstation sits beside the TV with a handful of worn looking controllers. The kitchen is small but functional.

Lucas motions for me to follow as he leaps up a set of stairs to the left of Donnie's room, so I follow. His room is at the top with a bathroom across the hall. He opens the door with a flourish and I squeeze by him and take in his domain: clutter free, functional, with some of his old knick-knacks sitting atop his wooden computer desk and dresser. He walks to the far wall, slides his closet open, and he nearly disappears inside. I drop my suitcase onto his pristinely made raised bed. His tail wiggles about as he digs through some boxes then pulls out a sleeping bag or something. He tosses it at me. It hits hard as I catch it, and it's heavy.

"Air mattress for you." He motions under his stilted bed, which is lifted enough for a few people to sit beneath. "You can blow it up there or in the living room, but I figured you'd prefer to stay in here where Donnie can't bother you."

I roll the air mattress under the bed in its bag. "Yeah, I'll stay here."

"He's a nice guy," Lucas says, closing his closet. "He does like midnight popcorn a bit too much though."

"Oh, I wondered about that smell"

"Yeah," he says huffily. "The scent lingers."

I slip off my backpack, sit it gently on the floor, and softly kick the air mattress. "Why do you have this thing?" I cock an eyebrow at my brother. "Get a lot of...guests?"

"Haha." He brushes by me to stand near the door. "Friends stay over sometimes, and Donnie takes over the couch so they can't sleep there."

"Okay," I say. "Well, I'm not getting a good first impression of Donnie."

Lucas just shrugs and scratches his head as I start to unzip my suitcase, then he glances at his watch and his eyes widen. "You can do that later. I told Conner we'd be at the field in fifteen minutes."

My tail falls limp against the floor. I stare at my brother. "You what?"

"Yeah," he says excitedly, motioning out the door. "Lets go!"

I stop mid-zip. "But...but I thought we were going tomorrow?" I'm panicked. I raise an arm and sniff my pits, then I unzip the rest of my suitcase, flip the lid open, and scramble to find my deodorant. "I haven't even gotten to freshen up or anything!"

Lucas side-eyes me as he turns to head out. "You're fine? Come on, it's not a date or something." His tail sways as he turns back to me. "I'm just introducing you two. What happens afterward is up to you, but right now they're practicing and I know he'd like to see what you've got." He slips over, takes my deodorant, and he shoves it back into my suitcase. "So no need for that if you're going to be running around. Chance of a lifetime!"

"But..."

"And you're already wearing shorts and running shoes!"

"But, I'll need cleats..."

He starts tugging me toward the door. "You're fine, soccer boy. Lets go!"

I'm dragged downstairs and out of the front door, and Lucas pulls me along the sidewalk for a bit before determining I can walk by myself. I fall behind.

"Luckily I don't live that far from campus," he says over his shoulder. "Even more lucky is that the practice field is even closer."

He's still walking briskly, so I jog to catch up. I'm kind of angry with him for not warning me we'd be meeting Conner and the team so soon.

"Why didn't you tell me we were going today?"

He smacks me across the back of the legs with his tail. "Because I knew you'd think about it too much, freak out, and not want to go."

I start to get defensive, but I know he's right. My shoulders slump, and he sees and pats my back. "I keep forgetting how well you know me."

"You're my brother," he says with another reassuring pat. "I try to do what's best for you."

I smile. "Thanks."

He gives me a playful shove that sends me tottering forward. "Yeah, yeah. You excited?"

My stomach feels queasy, and I'm sweating. I really wish I'd gotten that deodorant.

"Yeah," I say. "It's not like I'm about to meet the captain of my favorite college soccer team and have an impromptu tryout with him while everyone watches."

"Yeah, well..." Lucas says, chuckling. "You did always excel in trials by fire."

"Shut up you're not helping."

"It'll be fine, Eli. Joking aside, he's a great guy. There's nothing to be scared of. He's super chill."

I nod, but I'm all but convinced. I hope he's great. Every make believe scenario I've crafted in my head between Conner and me has been great. Sometimes real great. But is he actually that nice? I trust my brother, but still, I've never met this guy. Maybe he won't even like me. Maybe the team won't. Maybe my hopes are about to be dashed.

---

I skulk behind Lucas from the sidelines as he waves enthusiastically toward a hustling cluster of eleven guys in the middle of the field. It looks like they're running a scrimmage. They don't notice us immediately, but the goalkeeper that's facing us glances in our direction as he keeps an eye on a white tiger racing toward him with the ball: Dylan Casey, the team's best striker. Dylan skids, kicks, and the ball rockets and curves toward the top left corner of the goal. The goalkeeper launches himself into the air, arms painfully outstretched, and just barely manages to intercept and knock the ball away.

Lucas whistles next to me, impressed by the spectacle. Dylan curses and laughs, and some of the other guys shout playful heckles towards him. The goalie points in our direction, and some of the guys look over and wave.

"Hey!" Lucas yells, waving again. "Nice try, Casey! You know Richard won't let you in!"

The tiger waves a dismissive hand at my brother, laughing even more.

I nudge Lucas. "Do you know all of them?"

He shrugs. "Yeah, for the most part. Conner introduced me. We hang out." He grins and pushes me out in front of him slightly, but he keeps his hand on my back as I try to back up again. "And there's the man of the hour."

I look forward and my chest tightens. My legs feel weak.

Conner Shore is loping towards me. His muscular thighs strain in his athletic shorts as they pump him in my direction, thick arms swinging in tandem at his sides, shoulders perfectly rounded underneath his jersey. His sandy brown fur glistens in the sun. He's smiling roguishly, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, eyes round with excitement, long brown hair pulled back into a tight bun. I cover my mouth when he reaches us, both shocked that my hero is right in front of me and afraid of the incomprehensible sounds that wish to escape from my mouth.

"Heya, Luc!" His hands go to his hips as he catches his breath and looks to my brother, tail wagging furiously. His smooth, baritone voice makes my skin tingle. He looks at me and smiles and my soul escapes my body. "Heya, Eli!" He thrusts his big paw out and I jerk to take it, but instead of shaking he goes high and squeezes my shoulder warmly. "It's wonderful to finally meet you! You've no idea how excited I am that you're here!"

His hand is heavy and hot on my shoulder, and I never want him to take it off or let me go.

I swallow the mighty lump in my throat and look him in the eye. "T...thank you! I'm excited that you're here too!" He smirks, a quizzical look on his face. Lucas lightly smacks my back. I scream internally. "I...I mean, of course you'd be here. You go to school here." Lucas shoves me gently and snaps me out of my stupor a bit. "I mean, it's nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan!"

"Awh," Conner says, taking back his paw and scratching his head with a grin. "Thanks, that's a first!"

Lucas huffs next to me. "Yeah right, don't get a big head about it, Shore." He shoves me forward some more, closer to Conner, and I laugh as the coyote jumps at the proximity. I'm almost standing on the tips of his cleats. "Here's Eli, ready to show you what he's got!"

Conner is at least six feet tall, four inches taller than me. I'm staring at the peak of his pectoral muscles. I glance up and see his throat bob as he swallows, and I keep going until I meet his gaze. His eyes are a vibrant, golden-brown.

I blush and wish to die. I won't be able to show anything to anyone. I am completely overwhelmed. This is not going as I'd anticipated.

Conner smiles, and he gives a polite little laugh. "Oh, well, I wasn't planning on having him run drills or anything, Luc."

Oh my God, the weight lifts from my shoulders at that beautiful man's words. I was not prepared.

"You guys had a long trip." He thumbs over his shoulder towards his teammates that are on the sidelines stretching. Some are packing bags. "We just finished practice. I was going to invite you guys out to dinner." He winks at me. "And get to know Eli here better!"

If I'd had water in my mouth I would've spat it out in surprise.

Lucas seems disappointed. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense."

Conner puts his right hand on his hip and motions toward me with his left. "Yeah, man! I don't want to overwhelm him right off of the bat! That's not cool."

"Bless you," I say without meaning to.

Conner just grins. "So, yeah, I need to get cleaned up a bit. I can give you a call when I'm finished and we can go from there, yeah?"

He lifts up the bottom of his shirt and dries his face off. His cream-furred belly is chiseled and flat. Transfixed, I follow the "V" of his lower abdomen and see his athletic shorts are pulled down just a tad too much, the tops of his underwear sitting just above them. There's a branching vein that vanishes beneath the black waistband. He drops his shirt again and I immediately avert my gaze. My entire body is on fire.

I nod, enchanted.

Lucas nudges me. "Give him your number, Eli, so he can call you."

Gladly, I tell Conner my phone number and he plugs it into his own phone with a little extra wag to his tail. He suggests I get his, too, and I fumble with my phone and nearly drop it, which makes him snicker. After a minute or two I shove my phone back into my pocket and he does the same.

"Alright! See you later!" he says, and then he runs off and I get a glimpse of his firm, muscular ass clenching and propelling him across the field.

Lucas looks at me as I swallow the drool collecting in my mouth. "You okay?" He's smiling...a lot...knowingly. I nod. He smiles more devilishly. "You sure?"

I nod furiously and a smile breaks out across my own face. My webbed paws cover my eyes as I turn away and start walking back the way we came.

"Hey," Lucas says, concerned. I hear his feet brushing through the grass as he trails behind me. "Eli?"

"I can't believe that just happened," I say. My heart is racing. I feel like running, there's so much energy.

"What? That went well!"

I round on my brother, my huge, blushing grin wiping away any worried thoughts he may have had.

I look him in the eye, my fur and skin still electrified.

"That was the sexiest fucking man I've ever seen, let alone been near," I say. My paws clutch the sides of my face. My eyes widen as my mind reels. "How do you even GET that hot!?" Lucas looks at me like I've lost my mind. "Seriously, though! How?"

"Wow," my brother says. He pats me gently on the back as I breath heavily. "You've got it bad, huh?"

I pause.

Do I?

Suddenly all the images in my mind are of Conner Shore: Conner's bare upper body. Conner slowly unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down and hooking the band of his underwear with his thumbs. His bulge. His cut, muscular thighs framing his manhood. Bedroom eyes. A tantalizing smile: coy, soft, but virile. His hips swaying as he kicks the underwear away. His taut, meaty ass bunching at the tops as he strides toward me. Intense light catching the peak of every muscle on his body. A red tip from out of his sheath. A glistening bead of pre pooling there, waiting to be tasted. His mouth moving, lips forming my name.

"Eli?"

I snap back and Lucas is staring at me again. I stare right back.

"I want him."

Lucas' lips flatten for a split second before he smiles again. "I figured."

"Lucas," I say, exasperated, thick tail twitching back and forth. "What am I going to do?"

He starts walking and I follow blindly. He shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno, get to know the guy first?"

"That...makes sense."

"Uh, yeah, it does." He turns, pokes my round nose, and keeps walking. I scrunch up my face and wipe the spot he'd prodded, and then I run after him.

We stroll along in silence for ten minutes or so. My mind is still stuck on Conner. Lucas has his hands in his pockets and is staring up at the sky.

He turns toward me, one eyebrow raised. "You still a virgin?"

I choke on nothing and cough roughly. "What!?"

"Have you had sex yet?" he says again, matter-of-factly, looking me right in the eye.

"Well..." I look down, red-faced. "No." I look back up at him. "Why?"

He smiles, eyes sparkling knowingly. "Just curious."

"Are you?" I retort.

"Fuck no," he says with a laugh.

I cringe, really not wanting to know that.

My ears swivel downward as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pause and claw it out. Lucas stops ahead of me and looks back with a smirk.

It's a long text from Conner. I smile without thinking.

"Hey," it says. "Again, really happy to have finally met you! I'm just about home, so is food at around 7PM okay? I know you're brother doesn't have anything better to do so 7 works for him, lol."

I ask Lucas anyway. "Is food at 7 o'clock good with you?"

"Sure," he says.

I type back. "7 is great!" But is that too eager? I change it to "7 works." But is that too nonchalant? I finally change it to "7 it is!" and hit send. There's a beat before he responds so I start walking again.

"Awesome!" He finally says. "Do you like Tai?"

"Yes," I respond.

"Fantastic! I'll be at Lucas's place at around 6:30. See you then!"

I smile. "Should we dress up?"

"If you so desire! You'll look great regardless, stud! ;3"

My fur stands on end a bit. I pause again and stare at Conner's reply. "Lucas," I finally say. "Question."

His tail sways as he turns back toward me. "Yes, dear brother?"

I swallow hard, my heart speeding up. "Is Conner...straight? He's straight, right?"

Lucas stares at me in silence for a moment, no emotion upon his face. But then a smile slowly inches across his muzzle. He shakes his head.

"No."

I die. Right there on the sidewalk.

I stare in shock at Lucas who stares right back at me. I'm filled with wanton desire. I put my phone back into my pocket and walk speedily past my brother.

"Going to get that deodorant?" he asks blithely.

"Yes!" I yell.

Yes.