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Samel's head was swimming. He'd become so enthralled by the psychological understanding of bipolar disorder that days ran through his fingers. Reading, learning, contemplating. It went beyond his love for Davie, he was passionate for this kind of knowledge and reconnecting with that desire became so fulfilling after acknowledging how badly he'd let his self control slip. He felt the need to comprehend mental health like he never had before. Some of his college friends were anxious wrecks even when things were good and he'd never truly understood how. But the more he read, the more he started to contextualize some of the more difficult components of his own life and those around him.

He realized this was part of his healing from Davie breaking his trust. That distance meant reconvening with what he enjoyed before he'd fallen in love. That there was trauma lurking in his mind, waiting to be uncovered. Thinking about sending out nudes set his heart pounding in his chest, tightened his breath and made him so uneasy. He was glad to have this time away from Davie to try address that, though only five days were left in their break. He snapped a quick selfie, just him smiling at the camera like an idiot. He slot it into a message to Davie, staring at his phone for a few minutes while he tried to meditate on what this felt like. There wasn't any hurt, any fear. Davie could broadcast this picture to the entire world and Samel wouldn't mind because it was innocent and gave nothing private away. He sent it, still smiling because there was no urge to take it back.

You are so fucking cute.

Davie replied with a picture of himself, he was outside somewhere in his work polo, probably tending to someone's pool. He was grinning, tusks on full display. He looked tired, bags under his eyes but there was joy in them. Samel breathed a happy sigh, it was good to see him again.

You been sleeping alright?

Amazing compliment, nicest thing anyone's ever said about me. Nah, but it's for good reason.

Samel choked on his spit. He was so bad at this sort of thing.

_How do you mean? Also dammit. You're hot.

Been way too excited. Feel a little pathetic I'm so worn out because I lie in bed thinking about my life and how lucky I've been. Lots to appreciate instead of sleeping

Do you think the meds are working then?_

Somewhat yeah, but this is different. I dunno. I've been stuck on those same emotions from after I saw my shrink. Maybe that is the meds. I can't tell, I feel so good about myself but it's been weird too. I've been telling everyone at work I'm bipolar and it's... mixed, some of them act like I'm dangerous or something. They changed how they treat me, a lot less personal. And I think that does hurt but in a weird way it also makes me happier, because I don't care about them. But there is this one guy I care a great deal about, and he's been nothing but supportive and kind to me. Doesn't treat me any different. Just wants to make sense of this as much as I do. You still reading all those nerd journals?

Yeah. Think I have a good idea what to watch for, not too sure I understand how I should act about certain things but I'll get there.

You've put more effort into understanding me in the last week than any of my previous boyfriends ever have before. Guys my age, we don't talk about this sort of thing. If I'm not convenient to have around, they just don't keep me around. I think that's why sex defined all of my relationships, though I am a horny fucker too. It was how I made myself convenient. But all these EMOTIONS and shit, fuck, they're so much better than that

Agreed

I've been meaning to ask but did you ask Hunter to send me this or talk about it or something?

Davie sent a screenshot of his messages with Hunter. It was from the morning after Davie had ordered them pizza, not long after Hunter left. A fairly lengthy apology that made Samel's belly warm. It covered a lot, how Hunter used to see Davie and how harshly he'd been judging the boar. It seemed like he had realized a lot of the behavior he was most upset about likely stemmed from Davie's disorder and he was happy to hear Davie was making an effort to control it. That he was now comfortable with Samel and Davie's relationship.

_Wow. No, he hasn't even mentioned that at all. That makes me really happy.

Yep. He called me a few nights ago too.

Really?

He wanted to know a few things about us, ask a few personal questions and for some advice, I was honest but he didn't want you to know what we talked about. I'll tell you of course, if you need me to but might be better you speak to him about it_

Samel squinted at his phone. He hadn't spoken to or seen Hunter since he left the morning after the pizza night.

_Right. Is everything okay??

Dunno._

Samel frowned, Hunter had promised things wouldn't be weird between them and yet this was perhaps the strangest way things could go. He fretted as his mind raced through the possibilities, unsure how he wanted to reach out but eventually decided on something simple.

_Hey. Is everything okay?

We gotta talk dude._

Samel shifted in his seat, biting at his lip.

_Come over.

Already on the way._

It was agony waiting for the knock at the door, but when it finally came Samel was hesitant. Still, he let his friend in. Hunter gave him an awkward smile as he stumbled over the threshold. "I'm not having the best time," he mumbled.

Samel tensed. "What's wrong?"

"I'm bi."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Yeah. Unless you're my girlfriend." Hunter frowned over that statement. "That sounds worse than it went, I think."

"Oh." Samel's heart sunk in his chest. "What happened?"

"We got in a dumb fight." He scrunched up his face. "She's not homophobic. I need to stress that. She's real insecure though. And I fronted up and told her that you helped me realize I was bisexual." He paused.

Samel winced. Guilt punched him in the belly. "I'm so-"

"Nah." Hunter poked a claw at Samel's nose. "Didn't even get far enough to confess we got a handful of each other. She went off at me on the idea that a bi guy and his gay best friend can't just be hanging out as much as we were. Avoiding her, she called it. Maybe even cheating. I was pissed. I told her that after almost four years with her, that after weeks of holidaying with her and after a year without seeing you I was at a point where I needed to make sense of things. And that maybe I was actually avoiding her because you make me feel more comfortable than she ever has." He smiled. "She lost it. I lost it. Complete fucking meltdown. And I could've tried to fix it, but I didn't want to."

"When did this happen?" Samel asked. Hunter seemed to be handling it too well for it to have been very recent.

"After last time we hung out, she demanded we spend time together. Kind of felt like shit was going to hit the fan." He sighed. "This might take a bit, we should sit."

He strode into the living room and sat on the couch Samel and Davie had fucked on weeks ago. Samel felt strange as he took a seat beside him, hoping he'd done a good enough job cleaning it that there really was no remaining sign of the mess they'd made.

"There's a few things I need to tell you about this all. First, Davie. I rang him that night after the fight. Felt like... I dunno. I don't. Had this idea he might understand better than anyone else. And I think he did. He told me to either sort it out, because repressing my sexuality now isn't worth the shame, or break up with her because she's got a stranglehold on me and my life. And if she's not comfortable with letting me be who I am then it's not a relationship worth keeping. That we started in highschool, we weren't event adults yet, that it only makes sense we'd change and come to terms with things and there's no certainty we'd stay compatible forever. And this is proof of that." Hunter sniffed. "I started crying dude. Your fuck up boyfriend who I thought was using you. Hurting you or some shit. The guy I'd just been harping on, telling you to leave him. He'd just told me some of the hardest words I ever had to hear. Words nobody else would even think to tell me. Even you. That shook me something awful."

Samel's heart jerked, he put a hand on Hunter's knee. "He's surprisingly good at that sort of thing."

"He's got a lot of experience breaking hearts." Hunter raised his hands defensively. "His words, not mine. Anyways. There's more. You and Davie... are so tormenting. I get it, you're both still all honeymooning for each other or something but damn. You're stupid happy. He is too. Happy with each other. And it's been a long time since I had that with my ex." The confirmation they'd broken up sat heavy in Samel's chest. "Feels like every day I learned more about you and Davie I realized I didn't want the relationship I had. Wanted something more like yours. Dude, I can't get over how he gave us express permission to bang. That just doesn't happen in the kind of relationship I had. It's crazy to me."

"Have you been coping alright?" Samel asked.

"Yeah. Been jerking it to gay porn every night. Loving it." Hunter chuckled, his gaze flicked up to Samel's face. "It really is a comfort that we can be this open."

"I'm glad, but I feel shitty." Samel rubbed at his face. "If we hadn't... if I hadn't you know. Do you think-"

"Going to be very honest dude." A mischievous light filled Hunter's eyes. "You getting frisky with me might've been the best thing to ever happen to my own understanding of myself. I can't shake the memory of you on my chest, hand on my dick. Part of me wanted to keep going, but I wanted to stop more because I had a relationship to keep. But part of me did want it, it's why I didn't stop you earlier. Hard to deny I was thoroughly erect. Hard to deny I was even a little wet over it." He dropped a hand to his knee, holding the back of Samel's hand. "I'll tell you what is easy to deny though?"

"What?"

"That I daydreamed about what would've happened if I didn't tell you to stop once you left."

An awkward chuckle fell dry from Samel's lips. "Right." A tingle of nerves fluttered in his belly. It was good their friendship was open enough that they could express these things to each other, but it did stray back into territory he'd been trying to avoid. He wanted to control his urges. He refused to let himself get distracted when his friend needed him. "And I guess that helped you understand a bit more?"

"Um, yeah." Hunter pulled his hand back, a strange look on his face. "Clearly meant I was eager for that sort of thing."

"That makes sense."

"Mhm. Been pretty curious since you know." He fidgeted.

"About what?"

"What sex with a guy might feel like." Hunter licked his lips. "What another man's cock tastes like. How it feels taking dick. I can keep going, like what's cum taste like? Does it swallow easy? Do you want me to keep throwing these out there?"

"Probably said enough." Samel grinned, embarrassed as he tried to wade through his thoughts. "I mightn't have the best answers for these things you know. Only been with Davie."

"Yeah, true." Hunter tapped at his lips. "Might've already asked him some of these things when I called him."

"Oh?" That thought carried some kind of electricity with it. Samel would've loved to hear Davie's answers.

"More curious what you have to say though."

"Right." Samel bit at his lip, marginally flustered. "Cock tastes kind of salty, can be a little strange at first. But precum's uhh, nice. At least Davie's is. Heard it can change depending on the guy, but Davie's uhh..." Samel laughed. "Maybe this is oversharing?"

"No, no. Doesn't have to be." Hunter chuckled. "You don't have to answer."

"I will, it's just a little..." Samel fanned a hand at his face. "Hot."

"Well yeah, it's your boyfriend's massive cock. I'd be concerned if it wasn't."

Samel snickered, that was way more direct of a response than he expected. "Davie's almost a little bitter, but it's this really wide flavor, kind of coats the mouth, almost sweet, still salty... hard to explain."

"Uhuh." Hunter nodded. "Would have to taste it to understand for sure."

Samel let that comment pass. "As for taking dick, that depends a lot on the prep I think. It can be easy, or it can be hard and hurt like hell." Revisiting the experiences tied to this knowledge was adding strain to his underwear. "Lube helps a lot, I can confirm."

"Good I've got this then." Hunter reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lubricating jelly, which he tossed nonchalantly onto the coffee table in front of them.

"Yeah." Samel gave a nervous chuckle.

"And always good to carry these around too." Hunter produced two wrapped condoms, which he also threw onto the table.

"That's true."

Hunter turned his gaze back to Samel, brow raised. Samel cleared his throat and stared at the floor, trying to avoid thinking on the temptation.

"Anyways." Samel's voice cracked. "Anal's pretty intense and the prep really-"

"Samel." Hunter put a hand on the tiger's shoulder. They stared at each other for a moment. "When you were in my pants, did you like what you saw? What you felt?"

"Of course. But we're best friends. Feels kinda... I don't know." Samel stilled the shaking in his hands, struggling to keep his thoughts in check.

"Unfinished?" Hunter suggested.

"Uhh." A weighty lull filled a gap between them.

"I really do not know how I can be more direct."

Samel stuttered over the words he was about to say.

"You're my best friend. Nothing's ever been too much between us. We have Davie's permission. We both want it. I'm curious, and I want you to fuck me in the ass."

They stared into each other's eyes. Samel's breathing tightened, uncertainty filled him. Then Hunter lay down over his chest. The German shepherd's hand descended to Samel's crotch. He stared down at Hunter, heart racing.

"I'm going to pull these off of you, and I'm going to suck your dick." Hunter spoke with certainty.

Stop. The word was right on Samel's tongue but he hesitated, and in that moment Hunter had shoved his shorts down. His dick twitched to life, a little amazed as Hunter gripped his thigh firmly. The dog's muzzle dropped down to his mostly erect cock, sniffing rapidly. Hunter took a quick swipe with his tongue that made Samel's hips jerk. He moaned out loud. Hunter tore off his underwear and didn't even take a moment before he ran his tongue over the head of Samel's cock.

Hunter smacked his lips. "Davie said you'd taste sweet." He growled. "He was right."

Samel shuddered as Hunter suckled on him. Thoughts turned over slowly in his head. "Wait."

"Surprised?" Hunter grinned. "He told me exactly what you liked you stupid slut."

Samel's inhibitions evaporated in an instant. He stared down at his best friend smiling over his now fully erect cock. He realized Hunter was actually waiting. He reached over to the German shepherd's lap, groping the firm bulge present there. Immediately Hunter's mouth was back over his cock, pleasure warmed his chest. He jerked Hunter's pants down, the dog's cock bounced out and Samel pounced on it. Hunter's pre tasted so much sharper than Davie's. His musk more lively. Samel gagged himself as he forced his way down on the full eight inches, gasped a breath then buried his nose in Hunter's balls. He was so much easier to swallow than Davie.

"Oh god." Hunter jolted. "Dude." He panted, struggling to adjust to the tiger's coarse tongue rubbing against him. He lifted his head, thrusting his hips as he moaned loudly. "Davie warned me- fuck. You really give head. Didn't know he meant that."

Samel purred.

Hunter convulsed, his entire body shaking as he groaned through it. Samel delighted in it. It had been over a week since he fucked Davie, that long without pleasing anyone had made him hungry for it. It took Hunter a few moments to start sucking on Samel's cock again, so wrecked from the pleasure.

Samel drew himself off of Hunter's cock, threads of spit and pre still connecting them. He sat up and put a hand on the back of Hunter's head, encouraging him down to take more than half of Samel's dick. Slow at first, he started trying to go deeper.

It was a little late for restraint now. Hunter wanted it, needed it.

"How are you liking the taste of dick?" Samel asked between soft gasps.

Hunter backed off of Samel's cock. "Better than pussy." He stared Samel in the eyes as he ran his tongue up the bottom of the tiger's dick. Samel moaned.

"Ever been rimmed before?" He rubbed a paw over Hunter's chest, the lighter fur in sharp contrast to the black on his back.

Hunter's eyes widened. "No."

"Then get your ass in my face." Samel grinned. Hunter didn't hesitate. He rest his knees on Samel's shoulders. The tiger grabbed his firm ass cheeks. He lifted Hunter's fluffy tail and buried his muzzle in the dog's ass to licked at the puckered hole. Hunter whimpered, hips shaking. He moaned as Samel's coarse tongue pushed in. Hearing Hunter react only made Samel hornier, he knew how much his friend wanted this. Davie had taught him a whole lot about eating ass through their own encounters.

Felt like a shame the boar would miss this.

He reached over Hunter, into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out his phone. He dialed Davie and put it on speaker as he dropped the phone on the couch beside them, focus back on pushing his tongue deeper into Hunter's ass.

"Hey." Davie sounded happy.

Samel purred, grinding his tongue against Hunter's insides. The dog moaned loud.

"Fuck." Davie chuckled. "That's my fucking tiger slut." Lust dripped from his words but then he went silent.

Hunter was a lot looser than Samel expected, but the dog had a thing for fingering himself and knowing he'd been masturbating a lot recently it came as no surprise. Samel leant back and pushed a finger in, moaning as Hunter whimpered over his cock.

"How much have you been fingering yourself?" Samel asked, pressing his finger down to the knuckle.

Hunter grunted, pre dripped onto Samel's shirt. "A lot."

"Makes my job easier." Samel pressed his tongue back in, wriggling his finger as he did so. He could feel every slight movement Hunter made in response, groaning out loud as pleasure followed.

"Feels so fucking good." Hunter grunted, paw wrapped around Samel's cock as he jacked it. He dropped his snout to lick at Samel's fuzzy balls. He was no stranger to the smell of Samel's sweat, but down there it was so much more intense and a little different. "Hold up." He moved off of Samel and stood, cock on full display as he stepped out of his shorts and threw his shirt off. Samel stared at his best friend's naked body. Hunter was a lot more muscular than he remembered seeing from the highschool locker room.

"When'd you get sexy?" Samel brushed a hand up the inside of the dog's thighs to fondle Hunter's nuts.

He chuckled as Samel leant forward to suck on his cock, lapping up all the pre. His hand dropped to the back of Samel's head and forced the tiger to swallow all of him. Hunter grunted as he started thrusting into Samel's throat.

"Jesus." He panted, the feeling was intense and he was amazed at how well Samel could take that. "Davie you were so right. He is a cocksleeve."

"Good isn't it?" Davie's voice crackled through the phone.

Samel purred. Hunter stiffened, yanking the tiger off of him. His cock twitched and he stared. "Alright. Dude." He scrunched his eyes shut, holding back an orgasm. "Can you not be a bottom for like ten minutes?"

Davie laughed.

"I can try." Samel stood, brushing his tongue against Hunter's cock as he rose. The dog grunted, baring teeth as he tried to edge it out. "Oops."

Hunter glared at him. In a voice that brooked no nonsense he spoke. "Take your clothes off, put a condom on and fuck me."

A smile grew on Samel's face as he shed his clothes, he wrapped his arms around Hunter, rubbing his boner into the dog's side as he did so. He whispered in his friend's ear with a seductive purr. "I've never put a condom on before so you might have to help me."

Hunter's composure cracked. He laughed, shoving Samel back as he snatched a condom off of the table and tore its wrapping open with his teeth. "Even when I was sure I wanted to do this, planning it all out, I didn't think I'd be teaching you anything." He placed it over Samel's cock and rolled the sleeve down. "Have you got lube figured out yet or would you like help with that too?"

Samel rubbed at his chin, brow knit together. "Maybe I'm too much of a dumb bottom but I think I got it." He grabbed the lube, dabbed a bit on his finger and moved to rub it into his own asscrack. Hunter gave him a tart look as Samel chuckled. "Get on the couch, ass in the air."

Hunter did as asked. Samel gave the dog's ass one last lick, really grinding his tongue into the sensitive skin before he squeezed some lube onto his finger and started massaging it in. Hunter moaned as he added a second finger, then again with a third. He rubbed Hunter's ass, splaying his fingers to really probe how ready he was.

And the answer was apparently very, because there was little resistance and no indication it hurt.

While joking around had certainly made this feel a bit less daunting, he hadn't exactly been ready to mount his best friend when he woke up this morning. Even less ready to do so with Davie listening in.

Still, he was game. Hunter wanted the experience and Samel wanted to give it to him.

He rubbed his cock on Hunter's hole, moaning as he pushed himself in a little bit. Hunter was only a bit tighter than Davie, but he felt a lot more resistance than when he'd penetrated the boar.

"Relax." Samel leant over Hunter's back, rubbing at the dog's neck. "Don't tense, just take it."

Hunter was breathing heavy, moaning with every exhalation. The resistance slipped away the further Samel pushed in.

Warmth echoed through Samel's chest as he started pulling back, grunting as he moved slowly, feeling out Hunter as he did so. With every thrust it got a little easier. Hunter's ragged breaths started becoming more drawn out, less labored. The dog wrapped an arm up behind Samel's head to kiss him on the muzzle.

"Dude." He groaned, eyes shut. "Feels so good."

"What you expected?" Samel smooched Hunter's neck.

"Better."

Samel thrust in hard. Hunter moaned, grinding his hips against the tiger's. Samel built into a rhythm, going harder with every push until his balls were slapping Hunter's taint. He grabbed Hunter's cock and gave it a few tugs. Hunter whimpered, back arching as he moaned, unable to keep pace with Samel. Pleasure took his mind and set it aflame, he couldn't think of anything other than breathing in and out as the tiger hammered him. He'd wanted this for so long, and having it now was too much to handle.

"Turn over," Samel said, pulling out. Hunter rolled onto his back. Samel knelt on the couch, pulling Hunter's ass up a bit as he pushed back in. Then he leant forward, mouth wide as he held Hunter's cock in place and sucked on it, pushing it deeper into his mouth with every thrust of his hips.

Hunter's entire body shook, he moaned as pleasure rocked him. Samel kept pounding his ass and sucking him off. It was more intense than anything he'd ever had before, so used to the monotony of sex with his girlfriend. He whimpered, trying to hold off his orgasm a little longer, keep the pleasure flowing but it was too much.

He shouted as he came in Samel's mouth.

Samel slurped on the hot load, much saltier than Davie's. He grunted as the orgasm made Hunter's guts constrict. He kept slamming Hunter's ass until he felt his balls ache.

"Still curious what cum tastes like?" he asked.

Hunter gave a shallow nod, face soft with pleasure.

Samel pulled out, yanked the condom off and put his cock in Hunter's face. The dog licked at his cock before taking it into his mouth. Samel shuddered, moaning as he burst in his best friend's mouth. Hunter's eyes widened. He lapped at the thick fluid, but some spilled onto his chest. Samel panted, letting his knees buckle and he fell onto his friend, holding Hunter's head as his heart thundered. "Fuck me." He panted, rubbing at Hunter's ears.

Hunter gulped the tiger's load down. "Damn." He exhaled, breathing heavy. He kissed Samel's chest. "Might be the years of repression talking but that was the hottest things I've ever done."

"Yeah." Samel wriggled into a more comfortable position, laying beside Hunter with what little space there was lengthways along the couch. He wasn't sure what else to say. He kissed the dog on the lips, trading the taste of each other's orgasm. They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath.

"How many dudes do you think have fucked their best friend?" Hunter asked.

"Don't know, probably more than I suspect."

"Yeah. Same. But damn." Hunter scratched at Samel's chest. "Makes our friendship even better. I love you dude, love that we can do that."

Samel smiled. "Same to you."

Hunter sat up, feeling around for Samel's phone. "Hey pervert."

Sound cut back out of the speakers as Davie unmuted himself. "That's me."

"Your boyfriend's a better fuck than my girlfriend ever was."

"You're damn right." Davie snorted. "I like to think I taught him well. Truth's probably closer to him just being a slut."

Samel's chest warmed at that.

"Feels weird to say this now. But thank you for your help," Hunter said.

The boar laughed. "Thanks for fucking my boyfriend."

Hunter tilted his head slightly. "How am I meant to respond to that?"

"With a you're welcome, preferably." Davie snickered. "Listening to you two made this afternoon bearable." A metallic clang rang through the speaker, two pool poles bouncing off of each other. "I was working this entire time, muted myself not to be a disturbance. Been a bit more than just a little entertained."

"How hard are you?" Samel asked.

"Kid, there's a wet patch visible through my shorts. Fuck." Davie chuckled. "Been good. Real good."

Hunter's brow creased, then he shook his head and grinned.

"What?" Samel asked him.

"Nothing. Just thought it was a little weird, kinda gross even, but uh... realized it doesn't have to be like that." Hunter smoothed out some of the fur on his chest, eyeing Samel's naked body. "Sex has never really just been sex for me. You know, relationship and all that. But that's what this was, and I knew that going in. This is kinda strange. Good strange. I'm not explaining this well at all." Hunter made a throaty sound. "Guess it's kinda nice that this wasn't just between us."

"I should hope so, after everything I told you about getting Samel keen." Davie scoffed.

"It's still so crazy to me that this is something you're cool with. The both of you, actually."

"Figured the worst thing that can happen is Samel fucks off with someone his own age and that's like some karmic balance shit if I've ever heard it." Davie made a bemused sound. "But nah. I meant what I said last week. I trust you two and getting an earful of it was fucking nice."

"I'm... a little addled." Samel admitted. "Last few weeks really opened me up to things like this. Don't know how to feel about that but fucking my best friend isn't ever something I thought I'd do. I'd be lying if the idea hadn't crossed my mind a few times when I was younger. Puberty thoughts uh..." He bit his lip. "I don't know. I'm glad we did this, wouldn't mind doing it again but I don't really want this to be a frequent part of our friendship."

"Yeah, same. You're my best friend and sex isn't going to ruin that." Hunter placed a hand on Samel's balls. "Don't even find it weird I know what these feel like now."

"Me too." Samel chuckled.

"Don't think I was ready to try this with a stranger. Not really any other guys I know that would've. Might've been too shy to go out and find myself that experience."

"I'm right here." Davie cleared his throat. Samel chuckled.

"Eesh." Hunter feigned a gag. "Bit old." He smirked at Samel. "But nah. Not so keen about getting involved with a friend again. Think it's about time I fucked around a bit, work out what it is I really want."

"A twink by the sounds of it." Davie snorted.

"Bro." Hunter laughed for a moment then squinted. "Alright that doesn't sound half bad." He stood and snatched his clothes off of the floor. "I need a shower." Samel stared at his ass as he walked off.

Davie made a loud kissing sound into the phone. "Calling me was a fucking genius idea. Fuck, hearing you go at it, so fucking hot. Makes me sweat just thinking about it. God. Five more fucking days and never before have I been so close to just saying fuck it and coming over than listening to that."

Samel's brow knit together. "Say you did."

Davie breathed heavily into his phone. "Wouldn't be my tiger slut if you weren't trying to tempt me."

"That wasn't a no."

"Kid." Davie groaned. "No. But I'm horny out of my god damn mind right now so I don't know if I really believe that."

"It's alright," Samel said, a little tauntingly.

"That was your chance you know. Fuck. I'd have done it. Still will." Davie snorted. "Got two things left to do here, then I'm done for the day."

Samel held his tongue. They only had five days left and it really wouldn't make much difference. At this point they spoke so frequently over the phone that it felt like they were just denying themselves physical contact for the sake of the break. His heart ached with longing. But he wanted to do more study into bipolar disorder, and that'd be harder with Davie around. He hadn't made much of an effort to try resolve that patch of trauma over sending nudes. He still didn't truly understand how his trust of Davie had shifted.

And more importantly, he hadn't shackled his temptations back to a level he was comfortable with. Something he believed he had to do before he could feel normal again.

But that was a double-edged sword because all those temptations were right there in the warmth of a strong afterglow.

"So I'll see you in twenty?"

"Fuck." Davie laughed. "Done." The call dropped.

Samel's heart raced in his chest. It was only five days. They'd done so well so far, things were better between them now than ever before. The break had served its purpose.

And he believed that so truly despite the doubts that plagued his thoughts.