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"You've gotta be kidding me!"

Jake winced a bit at the excessive volume of that ejaculation. Jerome often had that tendency when he was surprised about something, and the bull got that way a bit too often. "Ow. And no, I wouldn't be kidding you about something this bullshit. He even made me sign a goddamn agreement."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" exclaimed Benji, a jaguar with thankfully a little more attention to volume. "He made you swear not to try to fuck him?!"

"Yeah. No sex, not unless he invited. And he made it pretty damn clear to me that he wasn't inviting."

"No way," shot back Cayden, a wolverine. "There's no way he won't invite you. It's just...it's not possible, he can't be living with you and not get horny for you."

The wolf sighed. He would have thought so, too, but he would have thought that this wouldn't be an issue in the first place. This was supposed to have been the ultimate coup, the kind of opportunity you just never got. A roommate that was coveted beyond belief, for the sheer potential it held. There were certain expectations that arose when you got into certain situations. If the cops came to your door, you shut up and didn't cause trouble. If you got into a car accident with another vehicle, you got their insurance information. If you felt pain start up suddenly and get stronger over time, you called a doctor or went to the ER.

And if you lived with a fox, you were GONNA fuck that fox.

"I want to think the same thing, but this guy...he's...I dunno, screwy or something. I mean, first off, what kind of fox doesn't want to be fucked? That's like me not wanting to drink water."

"I'm sure there have to be some out there." Xander, a monitor lizard and last of the friend round-up, spoke up.

Jerome snorted. "Not a chance. Ain't a fox in the universe with a dead-ass sex drive like yours. You do get that you're weird even for a lizard, right?"

"As you state constantly. Of course, I'm as far from the norm as it gets, and I've heard plenty about the reputation of foxes. But you think it's really possible that none of them has, well, a low drive?"

"A fox with a low drive is one of us with a normal drive, at worst," Cayden chimed in. "There's no way that there's one that isn't gonna wanna get nailed ever, unless they were castrated and the sex literally burned out of their brain. And you'd know if that was the case."

"You sure you can't just, you know, push the issue?" asked Benji. "You know a lot of foxes melt under pressure, he might just need that sort of thing..."

Jake glowered. "He said if I had sex with him against his will, or even pestered him too much, I'd be evicted. And I do NOT want to be evicted, even if it's over something like this - that on my record, it's gonna be a fuckin' nightmare to get another place, especially at a good price. The only way in I have is if he invites. And damn, I wanna make that happen! But I don't know how, yet..."

"Maybe just hang around enough and his sex drive will take care of the problem for you!" suggested Cayden.

"Yeah, good luck with that. Try this on for size: Lyle's a fucking VIRGIN."

"WHAT?!" Jake had to clap his hands over his ears, a bit too late as Jerome, Cayden, and Benji all shouted at the same time. Okay, it had been meant as a shocking revelation, but that seemed a bit over the top.? "Fuckin' hell, guys."

"Sorry, it's just...that's insane!" spat Cayden. "Are you sure he isn't lying? I don't see how any fox gets out of high school without being plowed regularly!"

"Yeah, well, how many would lie about being virgins, either? There's no reason for them to, everyone knows what they're like. But he doesn't...smell of anything. It's weird, you get used to smelling cum on them even after they've washed a thousand times, it's like something's missing."

"Yeah, it is, yours," grunted Jerome. "You gotta fix this, man. Put on your best seduction, he HAS to give in, no fox can fight nature."

"I'm gonna try, you know it. I just have to figure out how far I can go without getting him pissed off enough to kick me out. That's not an easy line to figure out, considering I didn't even know there WAS a line for foxes."

"You'd better find out, dude. Don't let us down."

Jake nodded. He knew why they were counting on him - they wanted in, too. Of course they did, who didn't want easy access to a fox? Well, except Xander, he couldn't have cared less, but they weren't going to fault him for the way his body worked. The others, they were definitely invested. But unless he figured something out, they were going to be left dry, too...

---

This was such a goddamn mistake.

Lyle knew he was probably going to regret it. He'd told himself over and over again that he was taking a big chance and there was every reason to think it wouldn't work out how he hoped it would. But he HAD been starved for contact...he thought laying down strict rules would be good enough. So far, he wasn't so sure, as he got into the dining room and saw the goddamned wolf hanging out shirtless again. At least he had shorts on, but they weren't exactly the height of decency either.

"Would you put some damn clothes on?"

Jake glowered at him. "When I feel like it! You can't just order me around, even if it is your house. You didn't say anything about having to cover every inch of my fur in that contract!"

"Lounge around naked in your own room if you need to. But have some damn decency when you're around others."

"We're not all uptight prudes like you. Maybe you're gonna have to get used to that sometime." Jake did get up and storm back to his room, though, which was something. Lyle didn't know how much of a something...he doubted it was going to get significantly easier from here on out.

He did have a trump card, though: it was his house, and he could evict Jake if he felt like it needed to come to that.

It hadn't always been his house - it had once belonged to his aunt, with whom he'd been very close before her untimely passing from cancer. She had been reclusive herself in her later years, and Lyle had spent a lot of time helping her out, making sure her needs were attended to and making sure she didn't need to have tons of interactions with others, so she could run her business successfully with the rest of her time. After all, she'd been worried about the same things Lyle worried about - mainly, someone deciding that 'being a fox' was all that was required for consent. She had helped Lyle cultivate his assertiveness to refuse advances and keep up his determination not to be a victim...though, she'd probably also helped fuel his own reclusive lifestyle, incidentally.

As her end drew near, she had sold her business, and designated Lyle the sole beneficiary of her estate. Which meant he had a large house and eight figures to his name. He didn't need to work, which was a good thing because he hadn't exactly gotten a significant education, nor did he have any desire to work around other people. A frugal sort, he'd barely made a dent in his inheritance in four years. He could probably have lived that way indefinitely.

But Lyle wasn't like his aunt...over time, the constant isolation was too much for him. He had his online connections, but he needed another physical presence in his life. The idea of taking on a roommate was daunting to someone used to living alone, but he felt like he needed it...at least to try it for a while. It hadn't been a wolf he was hoping for, but a wolf he had gotten. It should have been a pretty sweet deal for Jake - what Lyle was asking for in rent was well below most places in the area, he was close to the city where Jake worked, and he got a full three rooms on the second floor to do whatever he wanted with as well as full joint access to the kitchen, dining room, living room, and pool when the weather warmed up. All he had to do was abide by certain stipulations...such as no pushing Lyle into sex.

The look on the wolf's face when he was introduced to that clause, one would have thought Lyle had required him to be neutered.

So far, it had not been going particularly well. True, Jake had abided by the letter of the rules, but Lyle was absolutely certain that this shirtless display was meant to try to entice him. Not that it was going to work, but he was pushing the line pretty hard. It left him wondering whether he'd decide to say 'fuck it' one day and just go all the way over. Lyle very much didn't want to think that would wreck him, but he couldn't say that for sure...how long was he willing to run the risk?

Jake barely acknowledged him as he stomped out of his room and headed out the door, fortunately dressed in a little bit more than he had been. With a sigh, Lyle headed to the living room to play some video games, hoping to get his mind off of the situation for a little while. At least here and there he had the house to himself like before...

---

Jake may have been annoyed at Lyle's testiness, but he wasn't about to let that get in the way of having a good time. And heading out to a local bar and designated hook-up spot seemed like just the thing. Get a little buzzed, get a little tail, that'd get his mind right off the troubles he had to face. Of course, they wouldn't go away, but he wasn't going to solve this overnight, it needed some time to simmer so he could come up with a good way of addressing his fox issue.

The High Tail was probably his favorite place to go for stress relief, even if he didn't have any stress. There were plenty of places to meet people, but not so many that actually advertised themselves as pick-up joints; the High Tail was one of the few, almost exclusively for males seeking males, and they were free enough with it that you barely had to go out of your way to have your fun, one of the 'side rooms' upstairs, the bathrooms, even the back alley were available for people who didn't have the patience to get their game on. And Jake was planning on making use of one of those that night - probably the back alley, because it was a nice night and had more room than the other options.

Not that long ago, he would have gone to places like this every weekend. Perhaps not just bars, clubs and other places where there was a lot of activity and a lot of prospective ass, sometimes on his own and sometimes with his group of friends. Especially during college and just after, he and the gang would live for those days, where even a fairly average-looking wolf like him could get all the action he could ever want. Those days were a bit in the past now, though; he had a full-time job as a programmer for a start-up headed by his former college roommate, and he didn't want to spend every weekend wearing himself out for the week ahead. He'd scaled it back, not entirely abandoning it but making it a rarer treat. But if he had easier access, like a certain roommate, it would have been a breeze to get what he was seeking, without having to worry about overdoing it.

Sure, maybe a relationship with a bit more depth was an alternative, it wasn't like that hadn't been suggested to him before. But he really didn't know what he wanted with that...he wasn't sure he was ready to settle down, but even if he was, he didn't know what kind of person would be right for him. A relationship was a lot more than sex, and he'd never found it easy to get that kind of closeness. Some might say that sex was just pretty shallow, and he would hardly disagree, but it was fun and, despite his fairly average physical attributes, he was damn good at it. Foxes were a favorite, they were into it like few others, and he had just about every one he could find during high school. A roommate like that? He couldn't have asked for anything better. Just his luck, he had to get like the one fox in the universe that wouldn't put out...

He was already three beers in and had a healthy buzz going when he spied the tastiest treat of the night. A twinky cat, tawny fur, short and slender, wearing tight shorts and a shirt a size too small for him, hips swaying to make it vociferously clear that he knew what he was and knew who wanted him. There were already others making eyes at him, and he knew if he didn't bite first he was going to miss his chance, so he slipped off the bar stool and strode up, a little bit of liquid confidence providing that extra fuel to look like he had it going on despite the fact that there were better-looking guys around.

As he got near, the cat turned around, and immediately gave him a sultry smile. "Oh, dear, I'm being chased by a dog, whatever shall I do?"

Jake grinned back wolfishly. "I can think of a few things."

"You mean like chasing me?"

"Chasing you right out the back door into the alley."

"Ooh, scary." The cat's voice couldn't have sounded any less worried. "What you do plan to do when you catch me?"

Rarely had Jake been so glad that he had no qualms about cheesing it up when the situation called. "Heh, do a bit of turnabout and give the cat a bone instead."

"Naughty dog. Good thing for you this cat likes big, meaty dog bones."

"You'll like 'em even better after I've given you a taste of mine." They were already making their way to the back exit, Jake not paying attention to who might have been annoyed that their prize had been usurped. He didn't care, there were rules at the High Tail, and 'he who hesitates is lost' was one they held fiercely to - didn't matter if two or ten had their eyes on someone, the one to get the green light first was the one who got to go. Anyone who didn't follow that rule wasn't there very long.

The perfect night weather felt fantastic as they stepped out. It wasn't pristine, it was still an alley, but it definitely wasn't as cluttered with trash and such like other alleys were - some upkeep was done to keep it a popular rutting spot. Technically it was public, but the chain fence at the far end kept anyone from being able to get in, and usually it was a bit too dark to watch. Jake didn't mind if they did anyway, and clearly the cat didn't either, as he shed his shorts like they were on fire.

"Ah...so nice when I don't have to play games," the cat purred as he stroked Jake's face. "I'm Shane...you?"

"Jake," the wolf panted as he also dropped trou. He wasn't sure whether it was natural scents or some kind of perfume or something, but Shane smelled fantastic and it was getting him hotter in short order. "I'm surprised you ever have to, sexy as you are."

"You'd think not...too many meatheads who can't even think properly with the lower one. But you look like a thinker...think you can keep up with them on the other front?"

"You better believe it."

"Believing is one thing. How about you prove it, wolfy?" Shane stepped back, turning and putting his hands against the wall, tail lifted to expose his obviously eager tailhole. "No need to go easy, I like a nice raw romp."

"So do I." Jake got up close to Shane and wrapped one arm around him while the other went to join the cat's on the wall. His dick poked at that waiting rear and pushed in with some vigor, sending both of them into pleasurably strained moans. It had been a bit too long since Jake had had a suitably tight passage around his tool, he'd been too busy with the apartment hunt and getting settled in to indulge, and this was scratching that itch really nicely. Shane had no trouble handling him, that kitty's tailpipe was massaging him wonderfully from the get-go, it was clear that it was QUITE experienced.

But so was Jake, and he wasn't about to let this be a one-sided affair. He began to thrust, rocking in and out while keeping close contact with Shane, pushing him closer to the wall little by little. The arm wrapped around the cat shifted, his hand trailing downwards towards that barbed shaft, and his fingers took hold and began to stroke it and toy with the embellishments, getting a throaty moan and hiss out of Shane. When the cat pushed back into him, it was exactly what he was going for, and he rewarded it with a thrust that made sharp contact with Shane's prostate, getting a small jet of pre bursting from him. Maybe not the biggest or the most attractive, but he'd built a minor reputation he was proud of for satisfaction.

"Oh-ohh...damn..."

"Rrr, purr for me, kitty."

"Haah..." Not quite a purr, but the literal interpretation wasn't what he was going for anyway. He kept his fingers in tango with that feline tool, pushed in a little more so that Shane was almost upright against the wall, his full forearm flat against it rather than a palm. His knot was starting to swell and smack against that hole, but he wasn't about to end it THAT quickly. He kept his thrusts slightly uneven, both in tempo and position, offering relief to Shane's hot button before poking it again...the temptation to do that more frequently was very strong with the way Shane tensed around him when he did, but he felt like he got better response when it wasn't a constant assault.

His reacharound ramped up in intensity as he got closer to his own finish, using his claw to tease the tip and rub just inside the urethral opening, not deep but just enough to make Shane cry out in surprised bliss. It was getting his hand quite wet with the feline's emissions, but he was never shy about that. He started to hump harder, pushing his knot more fiercely against that opening, making it clear without words that he was planning on putting it in - something he might have said more vocally if he wasn't so breathless. Regardless, he wasn't getting any objections, verbal or otherwise, so he kept at it, trying to time it with the growing throb in Shane's cock...

It was actually more the sounds of Shane's panting and moaning that keyed him in this time, but he'd take any cue he could get. With a sudden shove, he forced his knot into that tight tailhole, the passage yielding after just a second and allowing him the tie. From there, a quick pump of Shane's cock set him off, the cat's cum splattering against the wall as he let out something between a moaning cry and a yowl. The sudden added tension around his cock, already incredibly fierce after knotting that kitty ass, ensured that just a couple slight motions put him into his own orgasmic glory, a robust load of seed pumping into Shane, giving him some very nice relief from his somewhat-pent-up balls. He kept stroking Shane to help his release along, keeping it up until he felt the throbs taper off and Shane's body relax a bit.

It took a bit for Shane to recover enough breath to speak up. "Hoo...wow...that was...probably the best hook-up I've had here..."

"Glad you approve," Jake replied, trying not to grin too widely. Praise for his talents was something he'd never get tired off, in sex or otherwise. "Guess now you don't have to believe, you just know."

"I'd say...call me a greedy kitty, but I wanna have some more of that."

"I'd be happy to provide. Let's head back to my place after I can pull out." When they were so enamored they wanted more right away, that was the best reward. And Jake was very much looking forward to making sure every round he had in him was just as satisfying for both of them.

---

Of course Jake should have known it would cause problems. But then again, he wasn't really thinking about that in the heat of the moment - when you had a chance at a pristine twink like that, you took it as far as you could. At least Lyle had the decency to wait until Shane had left before laying into the wolf.

"What the hell was that?!"

Jake scowled at the fox. "Look, just because you don't want any doesn't mean the rest of the world is gonna dry up!"

"I don't give a crap about who you have sex with, but you can't bring complete strangers into my house! Who the hell knows what that guy was like?"

"For fuck's sake, he was a twink looking for action! That's it! He's not gonna sneak into your room and ravage you and then steal your wallet!"

Lyle growled at that. "I don't know that! Because I don't know HIM! You think I have these rules in place just for the purpose of dicking with you? You agreed to rules when you signed the lease, one of them being not bringing in anyone without getting my okay!"

"God, are you serious? Do you just want me to be as much a sad little shut-in as you?"

"I want to be safe in my own damn home! You wanna get your rocks off, they have places of their own, go there!"

"FINE! Jesus, you make way too big a deal out of everything! You need to lighten the hell up, for someone who's as protective of his ass as you you sure have a big-ass stick lodged up there!" Jake stormed off upstairs, while Lyle retreated to his first-floor bedroom, shutting the door rather hard even if not quite slamming it. Jake had half a mind to slam his harder, but he'd be paying for it if he broke it...instead he headed to the restroom, he needed to shower anyway.

Eleven more months of this...I don't know if I can take it. But goddamn, I need to save up if I want a good place of my own... He splashed some water on his face to cool himself down, sighing. You know all he needs is a good dicking to loosen up...not good for a fox to go too long without getting a good prostate pounding. But hell if I can make him see that, he's practically anti-sexual. He'll thank me when I finally wear him down...

He opened the medicine cabinet, took a pill bottle, and opened it. With practiced ease, he downed one of the capsules, swallowing it and trying to settle himself down. He had to keep calm and start putting his mind to work, there had to be a strategy to this, he just needed to find out what it was. Well, that was what the shower was for.