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"Saving Face Pt. 1"

by Ames Wolfpaw

Knock, knock.

The doorknob twisted as Nate stepped back. His shoulders sunk as he swayed in place. His eyes concentrated on the crack forming in the doorway, from which a beefy rottweiler poked his head. His brown eyes scanned him, but a coy grin and single gesture ushered him inside. He crossed the threshold as the sun dipped over the adjacent treeline. Nate kicked off his shoes and closed the door behind him.

"I didn't think you'd actually come over today," said the rottweiler. "I figured after what happened,"

"What ya lookin' fer? An explanation?" said Nate.

"Nah, just surprised is all. You want a beer? My pop's got a stash at the bottom of the fridge." Nate rolled his eyes.

"Ah'll pass. Though ah didn't eat before ah came. Ya got some goobers?"

"Plenty, help yourself," said the dog as he reached into the fridge, snapping open one of the glass bottles.

With a small bag of chips in paw, Nate situated himself on the chair in the kitchen's nook. The yellow light from the overhanging lamp illuminated the corner. Nate crunched his snack as the rottweiler sat down across from him. He sipped his booze, then twisted his fingers together around the bottle. He leaned across the table and stared at Nate with a raised brow.

"So," he implored, "how's this gonna work?" Nate stuffed his mouth. He watched the rottweiler stare at him chew. Nate swallow and said,

"What d'ya mean? We git in, we git out."

"Apt choice of words," he snickered.

"Fuck off, Derrek. Ya know what ah meant," said Nate. He set down the bag of chips and glared at the rottweiler across the table.

"Oh, yeah. I gotcha, just couldn't help it. It was too good." He wiped the condensation from the bottle on his jeans, then smeared the residue on his tawny patches. "I am curious, though. If you're this hellbent on keeping this under wraps, why use an app like Yowlr in the first place? Sounds like you're begging to get caught. Some friends of mine use it. I'm surprised you haven't been paired with anyone from school."

"Ya think ah 'aven't thought uh that? That's why ah had my 'cation set to Millersville. No uhn knows me o'er there." He watched Derrek as he listened. His leg bounced and his chest puffed. "What 'bout ya, Greenhorn? Why 'er ya in the next town over? There ain't nothin' o'er there ya can't find 'ere."

"You lookin' fer an explanation?" Derrek saw the veins in Nate's neck throb. He laughed. "Well, since you asked, I was helping my big bro move into his apartment that day. He had some stuff to take care of at the bank. Told me it was gonna be a few hours, so I decided to waste some time with the app. Didn't think I'd get the one and only Bright."

Nate leaned back and crossed his arms. The joints in the wooden chair screamed as he moved. "Ya wouldn't 'ave known o'erwise. My profile pic don't show my face."

"You got some nice abs, though," Derrek winked. Nate rolled his eyes. "Though I do wonder," Nate's eyes fixated on him. "Once we met up and you realized it was me, why'd you go through with it? Given your reputation at school I figured you would've just bolted, and if I'd told anyone you could've just said I was making shit up."

"Well, ah'm not goin' to all 'at trouble organizin' no hookup then wastin' it," he said, his muzzle turning away. Nate looked at the floor, then the tile, then his feet. Derrek saw him looking around. He smirked and took another swig of his beer.

"Sure," he said, "Go with that. Very convincing."

"Fuck ya," snapped Nate. "We doin' this er what? Ah didn't come o'er 'ere to be interrogated."

"No, you came over here because you want my dick up your ass. Which, make no mistake, I'm happy to oblige. If you're ready,"

Nate stood up, his paws slapped on the table. The vibration knocked over the beer bottle. The liquid spilled onto the floor and the glass cracked. The ringing filled the nook. Derrek recoiled from the impact and looked at Nate, arms up and his eyes down. The elkhound stared at Derrek. His green eyes stabbed him. He shook, but his ears fell as the bubbling blood in his veins settled.

"Ya know what? Fuck 'is. Ah'm outta 'ere," and he turned towards the kitchen door. He'd made only three paces when Derrek's voice attacked him.

"What's your problem, Nate? Why is this so important to you? I have friends who are out. No one at school cares," the rottweiler stood up and began to follow. "Hell, I'm out and no one treats me any different. You don't have anything to lose if you,"

"Shat up!" Nate spun around. "Ya don't know nothin' 'bout me, muh life, muh family. What ah hafta uphold. Yea, fine, ah admit it," he threw his paws apart and made a welcoming gesture. "Ah'm gay. 'Ere? Ya happy? Ah said it," his arms fell, and he turned around and continued his march towards the front door. "If sex witcha comes wit' strings, then ah don't,"

"Is being popular so important?" Derrek interjected. "You really think that being popular is somehow, at all equated to your sex life? You think my friends and I don't run in that circle purely because we like dick? I don't know about you, Nate, but it sounds to me like being _popular_is pretty fucking exhausting." Nate stopped.

He turned around and saw Derrek standing in the shadows as the light outside waned. He reached out to Nate as he continued, "Think about it, dude," Nate jerked away. He watched Derrek with light feet. "You have to go nearly an hour out of your way every other weekend just to have sex. Then you have to lie about it to your friends," he put up his fingers around the word, "about where you were, and then try to pretend that the comments they make about it afterwards ain't bothering you." The elkhound's eyes widen. It was brief, but Derrek noticed. "See? You think the rest of the school doesn't see it? I'm sure you've overheard the rest of the class talk about how frustrated you look at the time. How agitated you get every time you come back from one of your volunteer weekends?" Nate shrunk and his sway returned. "Face it, Nate. I think you're just pissed."

Nate scoffed, then looked at Derrek. "Oh, yea? 'Bout what?"

"That some people don't have to hide," and the timed lights came on in Derrek's living room.

The electric buzz of the lamps hummed in the silenced that followed. The two dogs stared at each other. Derrek breathed steadily, watching Nate as he pouted. For his own part, the elkhound felt restrained. He could not move, nor speak. His ears were fully fleshed and twitching, but he couldn't find the words to combat Derrek's accusation. He stood there in the faint light of the room, his knuckles folding in his pantleg pockets. He looked down, grit his teeth, and inhaled deeply. Derrek took a step forward, his foot grazing the surface of the thin carpet. He reached out and placed a paw on Nate's shoulder. The gray doggo jolted up, ill-intent in his eyes. Nate tried to speak, but Derrek clung to his shoulder, burrowing his fingers into the elkhound's sweatshirt. He leaned in. A fine whisper distilled the stillness.

"Right now, you don't have to hide," Derrek looked over his shoulder. He read the time on the oven clock and turned back to Nate. "We have two hours before Pop gets back. We doing this, or what?"

Nates body gently trembled. The shudders were subtle, but Derrek could feel them ripping through his palm. The elkhound looked up and Derrek, and with one motion threw his paw around Derrek's waist, climbed up to his tip toes and kissed him. His lips planted forcefully on the rottweilers lips. Derrek staggered back at the sudden gesture but pushed back and maneuvered his paw from Nate's shoulder to his waist. He dug his thumb into the crevasse between Nate's belt and stomach, pulling him closer and wrapping his arm around the dog's neck. Nate paws tightened. Bullets of sweat began to push through his pinkish skin. He moved his paw up and grasped Derrek's neck, holding onto him as Derrek pulled back. A small drizzle of spit briefly connected their maws. Derrek wiped it away and chuckled softly. He stared at Nate. A quiet sense of purpose burned in the elkhound's eyes.

"Upstairs?" Nate nodded.

Derrek moved his paw from Nate's waist to his wrist and pulled. Nate moved on his own, leaping behind the rottweiler as he pulled him up the carpeted stairs, through the small corridor and to the foot of a plain white door. Derrek rotated the knob and pushed it open. Derrek crossed the entryway first, then motioned for Nate to come inside. It was a small room, only enough space for a full-sized bed on the far wall, a small desk and chair next to the door, a dresser on the adjacent wall, and a buzzing fan spinning on the floor ventilating the room. Nate closed the door behind him and took a step towards the bed. As he did, Derrek walked over to his desk and pulled out the lowermost drawer. From which he drew a small bottle of transparent liquid. He looked back at Nate, who watched him with rigid countenance. The rottweiler stepped closer, leaned down and pecked Nate on the lips. His tongue glazed the contours of Nate's maw. He licked his chops as he pulled away and coddled the convex shape protruding from under the rotty's jeans. Nate smiled.

"Whenever you're ready."

With that, Nate grabbed ahold of Derrek's hip and nuzzled the bulge. The first of many moans escaped Derrek as his lids closed and his head fell back. A steady inhalation filled the room. Nate explored the sides of the bulge with his maw, running up and down the sides and prodding at the front with his nose. He could smell a familiar scent piercing through the fabric. Nate grabbed Derrek's olive gym shorts at the waist. He tugged it and slid the rottweiler's pants down, revealing his gray boxers. There was a black, wet spot on the tip near the top of bulge. Nate looked up, and Derrek chuckled.

The larger dog pushed Nate back, letting the small bottle flop onto the bed. Once Nate was on his back, Derrek burrowed into him, kissing him fiercely. Nate felt the heat. His heartbeat accelerated, and soon he felt Derrek's paws running up his bare chest, through his shirt, and towards his collar. Derrek pulled Nate's shirt off with little assistance. Immediately, Derrek attacked Nate's nipples. He sucked them gently, lapping them with his tongue then gliding across his chest to the other. Nate gasped, and his jaw fell. He let his head fall back. His own bulge began to poke through his pants. Derrek could feel it poking his thigh. As the rottweiler pulled his head up, he licked his lips once more, then stared at Nate briefly while the elkhound repositioned himself.

"Sorry, I'm a little sloppy."

"It's whate'er. Just keep goin'." Derrek nodded.

Derrek pulled off his own shirt and tossed it to the side of the bed. He leaned back in, pressed his fur against Nate and kissed him. Their tongues locked. The silky smacking noises bounced across the walls. Derrek dove at Nate's abs with his fingers, tickling them, then trailing their way down to his groin. He felt the excitement brewing in Nate's underwear as he arrived. Nate whimpered as Derrek grazed his stomach. The dog raised a brow, "Ticklish there?"

"Fuck ya." The rottweiler laughed.

He continued his trek. His paw slithered under Nate's underwear and twisted around something stiff. Nate shuddered. Derrek breathed in Nate's ear. His hot breath made Nate shiver. Derrek moved his paw, gliding it along the shaft of Nate's member. Nate groaned and his back arched. Derrek sneered.

Nate stared at Derrek with half-open eyes. They invited Derrek. In response, the rottweiler hustled to get the elkhound out of his underwear. They were quickly cast aside, along with Nate's shame. Derrek eyed Nate. Examining his nude body, counting the many specks of white the permeated his otherwise silvery fur. The dog looked further down and saw his tail swishing, and a trembling pink erection. Derrek grasped his bulge. The stain had gotten larger. He patted it, raising half his lip. Nate shot him daggers.

The elkhound sat up, carefully maneuvering around his own excitement. He tugged at Derrek's underwear, letting an even larger erection flop out. It filled Nate's paws, and Derrek placed a paw on the top of Nate's head. He stared up at the rottweiler. Derrek nodded, and Nate wrapped his maw around Derrek.

He began slow, coating the head with his tongue in a glossy film of spit. He pushed further down, covering every subsequent inch. As he pushed, he could hear Derrek grunt. His eyes had already collapsed. "Yeah," he heard him say. "Suck it," Nate felt his cheeks flare, but it tasted too good to stop. The silver dog took all of Derrek, bobbing his head slowly as he reached the base. With one paw, Nate moved from Derrek's hip to his sack. He cupped them in one paw and squeezed them gently. "Oh," the rottweiler spouted. Nate could feel him slightly keel over. Nate compressed harder while continuing to slide his maw up and down the length of Derrek's member.

As he did, Nate's tongue danced across the surface of Derrek. He felt all the ridges and burrowed into each one as he slid the rottweiler up and down in his maw. He could feel Derrek's hips start to rock. Derrek squeezed Nate's head, and he bit his lower lip. Nate tightened his hold on Derrek's balls, causing a languished moan to echo through the room. Nate hastened down Derrek's length, grazing the tender skin with his sharp teeth. Derrek grunted. His ears flushed. Nate consumed all of it. He could feel Derrek's head prodding the back of his throat. Nate pushed harder. He took it further, lapping the sides and softly digging his claws into Derrek's skin. Derrek moaned, and his eyes half opened. He watched Nate suck him off. His ass flexed, and he pushed hard into Nate's mouth. Nate gagged.

He recoiled onto the bed, mucus dripping from his maw and seeping onto the bed and into the sheets. He wiped his mouth and stared at Derrek. "The fuck was 'at?" he said, trying to swallow what spit had accumulated in his mouth.

"Just don't want things ending too soon. If you kept that up, I would've finished in your mouth," Derrek leaned in, "And I have something else in mind..." he licked Nate's neck. Nate blushed.

Derrek took Nate's wrists in one paw and held them up. He stared into Nate's eyes as he held them over the elkhound's head. Nate's eyes shined. Derrek invaded Nate's groin and vigorously sucked Nate. Nate groaned. His arms bent, conforming to the restraint. Derrek bobbed his head, tasting Nate's member and sliding his maw along the contours. He lashed at the head with his tongue, never letting go of Nate's paws. Nate fell to the side. Derrek held his paws in place. He moved them down to the elkhound's waist and crawled on top of him, dangling his junk over Nate's head. Derrek sucked Nate, and Nate took Derrek back into his mouth. The position was precarious, as Derrek soon felt the conflicting sensations. His legs struggled to stay in place so Nate could work, but he also needed to steadily move his front half to please Nate. All the same, his paws were in an awkward place. He held them by his waist. Without one paw, he couldn't restrain himself. He attempted the position further, but after a moment he felt his thighs wobble, he laughed and got off Nate. The silver dog looked confused. He ears bent back.

"Derrek?"

"This ain't workin' for me. Let's switch. You be on top, and I'll hold you down later."

Nate complied. Derrek got on his back, his head against the pillow. Nate readjusted, angling his cock just over Derrek's maw. Nate was just barely long enough to reach Derrek's crotch. Nate set back to work, slapping the glistening skin of Derrek's shaft with his tongue as the rottweiler resumed. This continued until Derrek had begun to feel a surge building in his groin. He prodded at Nate's ass, causing the elkhound's back to bend. He patted Nate's thigh. Nate pulled away and turned his head to Derrek.

"Ya gettin' close?"

"Yeah, I feel it. Let me at your ass. If I finish now, I won't be able to get it up again." The silver doggo nodded. "What about you? You gettin' there?" asked Derrek.

"Don't worry 'bout me," he jabbed. Derrek smiled at him with a crooked eyebrow. He pulled him in close with his one arm.

"How can I not when you look like that?" Derrek sat up, cradled Nate in one arm and kissed him. Nate kissed back, throwing his arms around Derrek's mighty shoulders. Derrek launched his tongue at Nate, and Nate reciprocated. The kiss lasted a few moments. Their maws shiny with saliva. Derrek grinned.

"Lean back, I'll take it from here." Nate nodded.

Nate slouched against the pillow where Derrek had been. His arms flopped to the sides. Derrek pushed against Nate, moving his legs apart and exposing his ass. Derrek bent down, prying at the entrance with his fingers before Nate shuddered. The gasps escaping Nate reignited Derrek. He glanced around, found the small clear bottle, and popped the cap. The substance smothered his fingers as it drizzled from the bottle. As the bottle snapped shut, Derrek assailed Nate's ass with his glossy fingers. He tossed the bottle away and prodded the elkhound's butt. He pushed one finger inside. An audible cry escaped Nate. He felt the intrusion massaging his inner walls. The sensation electrified him. Deeper inside, Derrek rubbed. He pushed harder and grazed the sacred bulge. Nate nearly screamed. Derrek beamed. He poked at it, and Nate struggled to keep quiet. Slowly, Derrek pulled out his fingers.

He leaned down and licked Nate's tailhole with primal ferocity. He pierced Nate with it, causing him to cry out once more. He bit it soothingly. Nate convulsed. Derrek tried to do it again, but he felt Nate's paw cup his cheek. He looked up and saw the elkhound had turned brick red. His eyes were droopy, and is maw hung open. His voice was cracked and breathy as he stared into Derrek's eyes.

"Derrek," he panted. "Please, jist fuck meh already."

Derrek needed no other signal.

The rottweiler reared his head back and repositioned himself. He stood before the reclined Nate, squishy looking and pathetic. Derrek aligned his cock to Nate's tailhole, then reached up and grasped Nate's wrists. He held them above the elkhound head, pushing them into the plush pillow. Before Derrek set to work, he snarled in Nate's ear,

"No one's home. Make some noise." Nate shook.

Without further delay, Derrek pushed the head of his member into Nate. Nate quivered, and an exponentially loud moan resounded through the room. Derrek pushed deeper. Nate engulf half the rottweiler's cock as the moans turned to whimpers. Nate could feel Derrek filling him up. He felt the heat from the rottweiler's cock emanating inside him, shooting through him waves of indescribable sensations. He tried to open his eyes, to see his intruder, but they would not obey. He cried louder, and gasped for air. Derrek slid inside the rest of the way, entering Nate all the way down to the base. Tenderly, he pulled out a few inches, then pushed back inside. Nate's head shot back his jaw unhinged. Derrek grunted. He almost growled. He leaned in, anchoring Nate's paws out of reach and slammed back into Nate over and over. Nate couldn't speak, nor see. The only sound allowed was the violent cry of pleasure. The sound energized Derrek, prompting him to push harder and faster. He felt the inner walls of Nate's ass conforming around the shape of his cock. The warmth and tightness drove him crazy. He grit his teeth, and pushed harder as Nate cried out, begging for more.

"Y-Yeah," Derrek snarled. He crashed into Nate again, this time establishing a rhythm. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving in only the head, then he forcefully pushed back inside. Nate squealed. Derrek smiled. He repeated this gesture, each time Nate rewarded him with an ecstatic cry. Nate's neck was like jelly, but he managed to tilt his head up and look at Derrek. He placed one paw on Derrek's free paw, guiding it towards his own neglected member. Derrek knew what to do.

The rottweiler eased up on Nate, loosening his grip and taking the elkhound's dick into his one paw. He slid across it, making Nate's feel a tingling sensation across his body. Derrek continued to thrust in and out of Nate, but slowed down to match the pace of the jerking he performed. Nate squealed. The added stimulation drove him mad. His body flinched, curling inwards. He felt a surge building in his loins.

Nate tried to warn Derrek, but his words escaped him. Derrek jostled Nate's member, grooming it across the sides and getting it slick with shiny pre. Nate curved inward and his ears folded back. With half open eyes, he looked at Derrek, and a small puff of air fled his maw. The swelling burst over, and his loins gave out. Nate recoiled and screamed as his innards emptied.

The white fluids flew from Nate's cock all over his chest. It glistening on his coat, spurting forth as the elkhound gasped for air. Derrek tightened his grip, rubbing it more vigorously as the fluids seeped from the head down onto his paw. He jerked it harder, forcing the shaft to shudder in time with Nate's hips. The elkhound sighed, his limbs surrendered as the climax ended. His ears straightened out, and his junk immediately began to recede. The fluid sparkled on his fur: a sign of victory for Derrek. The rottweiler smirky arrogantly as he released Nate from his grasp. The gray doggo opened his eyes and stared at Derrek hazily. He couldn't speak, his chest was rising and falling too rapidly. Their eyes met, and Nate conveyed his final wish. Derrek nodded, grabbed ahold of Nate's legs, and prepared to resume his thrusts. The muscular one leaned in, positioning himself for deeper thrusts, and with one final glance at Nate, he continued.

Derrek let go of Nate's paws and slammed back inside of him at full force. Nate wailed. Derrek repeated this motion, each time receiving the same satisfied cry from the elkhound. Nate grasped Derrek around the shoulders. He curled inwards and pulled himself close to Derrek, burying his face into the rottweiler's neck. His eyes sealed shut and his ears flattened against his head. He couldn't make any more audible cries. The only sounds escaping him now we're short, muffled whimpers. Derrek's lust intensified. He pressed harder against Nate, digging himself deeper each time, prodding the innermost regions of Nate. The sensation exhilarated him. The wet smacks hitting his ears galvanized him, and with the deep thrusts and grunts came the same familiar welling. Derrek pushed Nate down, leaned into him and wrapped his arm around the dog's neck. He bent down and whispered into Nate's ear, "Almost."

Nate's whimpering grew louder. The mixture of helplessness and ecstasy monopolized him. He yielded to the sensation. Nate locked his arms around Derrek and escalated his whimpers to cries. His tail flared, and his hips convulsed. The end was drawing near. He could feel Derrek start to pulsate inside him. The walls vibrated with the trembling of his cock. Nate could feel it. The bulge at the base of the rotty's shaft swelled, then climbed upwards to the exit. He closed his eyes. Derrek howled.

The heat took Nate by surprise. The explosion inside him coated his walls and scorched him. It warmed him up, giving him a momentary sizzling. Derrek held Nate tightly, dumping his load into him spurt by spurt as his hips jerked forward in rhythm with his orgasm. He clamped down on Nate's shoulder and bit softly, and Nate cried. Nate could feel the ooze sliding out of him and onto the bed. It trickled down his ass crack and danced between skin and fabric. His eyes, constantly fighting to stay open, held firm in the face of euphoria. He held Derrek, letting him fill him to the point of bursting. The feeling was fulfilling, and as the physical sense subsided, there emerged another sensation. Nate's heartbeat stammered. His palms, once red and dry as sandpaper, moistened. His tail was paralyzed, and his body went limp. He froze, staring up at the ceiling as Derrek's member finally ceased shaking. The rottweiler pulled it out, massaged the head as it began to shrink, and then he looked at Nate. Somewhat winded, he smirked and said,

"Nate? W-What's wrong? Look like you've," he exhaled, winded and fatigued, "s-seen a ghost."

The elkhound lay back, panting as his motor controls returned to him. He sat up, aiding the last of Derrek's invaders to leak from his ass. Nate shuffled around, getting out of the puddle Derrek had made. Nate sat on the edge of the bed. His body ached as it recovered from the whirlwind of phenomena afflicting it. He looked at Derrek, then crossed his arms and looked down.

"Can ah ask ya uh question?"

"Shoot."

"Why," he paused. His throat close. The words suffocated him. Derrek saw Nate's tail begin to wriggle. "Why dontcha hide? What makes ya feel like ya don't hafta?"

Derrek sat on the side of the bed with Nate. He moved in close. He reached out to Nate and placed a paw on his arm. Nate looked at the rottweiler. From his eyes burst a foreign sincerity. Nate hadn't seen it before. Perhaps the light hit them just right, or maybe he was still recovering from the orgasmic bliss? Whatever the reason, Nate was captivated by the emotion pouring from Derrek, and he watched as Derrek opened his mouth.

"Because I have nothing to lose," he said, slowly leaning to Nate. "And everything," he placed his paw on Nate's chin. "to gain."

Derrek closed in, kissing Nate on his waiting lips. Nate did not resist. Once he felt the smooth curves of Derrek's lips meet his, his resolve melted. Nate pushed back, kissing Derrek with the same ferocity. Derrek wrapped his arm around Nate, pulling him in, pulling away briefly then launching a second attack. Nate cupped Derrek's face, letting his arms fall away and giving way to a new surge. His ears, once suctioned to his head, stood erect and flushed. He licked Derrek's lips, coating them, and resumed kissing. Derrek countered, sucking his lower lip and glazing Nate's mouth with his tongue. The kiss was sloppy, but the feeling made Nate queasy. The rottweiler pulled away, licked his own chops, and chuckled.

"Gay," he laughed. Nate tittered with him. "So," Derrek began. "You wanna get dressed? Don't want my pop finding us like this."

Nate leaned in and entangled his arms around Derrek. He pushed his head against his chest and closed his eyes. This time, at his own command. "Not yet. Ah wanna stay like this. At least fer uh little bit." Derrek looked down at the elkhound. He froze for a moment, but then shook his head. A merciful smile on his face, he said,

"Okay," and he put his arm around Nate's shoulder, snuggling him in the fluorescent lamp light.