Nothing but the Radio On
Edited finally, I think most of the changes work better. If nothing else most of the glaring grammar errors I made because I was tired have been fixed. Thanks for everyone that posted comments to my last story. This was inspired by a song I heard earlier and I figured I might want to write at least ONE Ceilyn story that didn't end up with him horribly raped or something 
Enjoy!
"I told you, it's easy money," Sam's said, the telephone doing little to hide the exasperated tone of her voice from Ceilyn. Of course he was sort of used to hearing it; he often wondered why she was his best friend when he frustrated her so often. He just figured it was another one of those mysteries of the female mind and let it go at that. "All you have to do is stand or sit or whatever they want you to and then they pay you! The most you're going to get out of it is muscles that are sore from being still too long. Anyway, you supposed to go TODAY. You can't back out now! They wouldn't be able to line up anyone else."
Ceilyn sighed, looking at himself in the mirror and trying to smooth down an errant bit of head fur that insisted on standing straight up as he balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder. . "I know, it's just...you're sure they're not going to make me strip or anything? I know you said..."
"Cei, I told you, all I had to do was stand in the middle of the room, fully dressed, with a stupid torch in the air like I was a fucking squirrel version of the statue of liberty. Now stop fussing with your fur and finish getting ready!" Sam said, making Ceilyn start guiltily.
"Sometimes I swear you had a camera in here or something," Ceilyn grumbled into the phone, giving himself one more glance in the mirror. He grimace a bit at what he was wearing, the shirt was one his mom had given him that was one size smaller than he usually liked to wear, it clung to his chest tightly, outlining the lean shape of his pecs and arms while riding up to expose his belly if he even shrugged, "Are you sure they want me to wear all this tight stuff? I look ridiculous, like I should be selling myself on street corners or something."
"You're hopeless sometimes, Ceilyn. And I really meant that. I'm sure you look fine." Sam said. Ceilyn could almost hear her rolling her eyes at him through the telephone, "Anyway, what time is it? I thought you were supposed to be there at one?"
Ceilyn blinked and looked at the clock. Twelve fourty-five and it was all the way across campus from his door room, "Shit, I'm going to be late. Look, I'll talk to you later." He blurted out, rushing towards the door.
"Sure. Oh, and Cei...have fun." Sam said, amusement in her voice as she hung up her phone with a click and Ceilyn thumbed his off while heading for the stairs. He only spared a brief thought in wondering just what his friend had found so amusing.
Ceilyn tore around the corner of the art building. Room 101....where was it...oh there! He jogged over stopped for a moment, trying to compose himself as he stood panting in front of it and opened the door, walking in doing his best to be unobtrusive as he looked at the floor, "Er, sorry everyone." He mumbled as he felt his ears blushing furiously. "I'm supposed to be your..." He finally looked up and blinked in confusion, seeing row after row of empty chairs in the rather small class, "Model?"
"Ahem." Ceilyn jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them, actually managing to stumble over his own tail as it instinctively tucked between his legs at the same time as he whirled around to see who was lurking behind him.
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"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." The voice was rough and bit embarrassed as Ceilyn felt paws catch his arms, leaving him staring up into two warm brown eyes, looking almost as startled as Ceilyn felt himself. "A little clumsy aren't you?" His savior, a handsome coyote, said as he waited for Ceilyn to steady himself on his feet before letting the fox go and stepping away.
"Um, not usually." Ceilyn said, ears blushing again as he took in the coyote in front of him. He rather looked as though he'd just woken up, his fur scruffy and sticking out in odd places but somehow it added to his charm. "I'm sorry, I must be in the right place, I was supposed to model..."
"Right, Ceilyn, isn't it? Nice name. Celtic isn't it?" the 'yote smiled again, running his fingers over his head and leaving a small smear of blue paint in the already tousled fur there, "Don't worry about being late, I just got here myself. Samantha said you'd probably be a bit late," Ceilyn shifted a bit in embarrassment as the dark eyes ran over him from ears to feet and back up again, "She was right though, you're worth waiting for."
"Um, she er, said that?" Ceilyn said, feeling his ears start to blush as he tried to collect his thoughts, "I thought I was going to be doing this for a class."
"You are! Well, sort of anyway. It's for one of my class projects. We're trying to reference popular culture in a way that ties in with, but doesn't directly copy the actual reference" Ceilyn blinked at the coyote, making him grin, "Don't worry if you don't get it, my teacher likes to be obscure. Anyway I thought I'd do a painting based on the old Marilyn Monroe spread but with a guy, you know the one, don't you...?" The coyote trailed off as he saw Cei's puzzled look and chuckled a bit, "I'm sorry, I'm going on and on, aren't I?" Anyway, I'm Matthew." He held his hand out and after a pause that couldn't have been more than a second but seemed far longer Ceilyn reached out and took it, the grasp of the coyote's warm paw making him shiver just a tiny bit, still off balance from the situation, "It's nice to meet you."
"Right, um...nice to meet you too." Ceilyn let his paw slip from Matthew's and looked around, "So, where do you we start? I'm already late, aren't I?" He looked around the room, the empty seats ringing a central space that was filled with a pedestal that was covered with pillows.
"Oh, right over there." Matthew waved at the platform, heading back over to an easel across from it, his tail wagging cheerfully as he peered back at the fox over his shoulder, "Go ahead and get out of your clothes and we'll get started."
"My clothes...? But I thought, Sam said she didn't have to..!" Ceilyn blurted out before managing to stop babbling. He swallowed nervously, looking up with wide eyes at Matthew as he tugged at the collar of his shirt as it suddenly seemed to get a lot more constrictive, his ears flat against his head at the idea of stripping in front of a stranger, cute or not.
Matthew looked up from where he'd been arranging a set of chalk and a palette nearby, a slightly appalled look on his face. "Of course she didn't there. She should have told you that this was to be a nude painting!"
"You mean she knew?" Ceilyn asked. Suddenly the amusement in Sam's voice when she said goodbye was making sense.
"Of course she did. I told her that implicitly when she said she knew someone that might work out for this. You mean she didn't tell you?" Matthew said, wincing a bit at Ceilyn's quick shake of his head, "I'm sorry. I can understand why you'd be a little upset. If you'd like to bow out..?"
Ceilyn sighed in relief, opening his mouth to apologize and agree that he should leave. That is until he looked up and met the young coyote's eyes, the words drying up before he could even start to agree as he saw the growing look of disappointment there, "Um, no...I think." He swallowed and continued in a quiet voice, "I think I can do this." Almost as soon as the words left his mouth he wondered if he'd regret them but the glowing look of relief on the coyote's face made him smile nervously in response.
"Great! You really are perfect for it. And it's all strictly professional, just think of me as a doctor or something." Matthew flashed him a smile that Ceilyn was sure was meant to be reassuring, "Go ahead and get ready and all I get all set up over here and we can pose you." Matthew grinned again over his shoulder and turned away to start rummaging in a box that Ceilyn could only assume held sketching and painting materials.
Ceilyn walked uncertainly over to the pillows, noting that they were piled in a way that made it look as if they were actually a bed, a small sheet at one corner. Hearing a clattering noise, Cei looked over his shoulder to see Matthew bending over to pick up a couple of brushes that had fallen onto the floor, his tail wagging happily and giving Ceilyn a good view of the tight jeans covering his rump, one side ripped along the back to let out a good bit of fur and just enough of a hint of one cheek making it clear that the coyote didn't have anything under them. Ceilyn swallowed, licking his lips before he ripped his eyes away from the tear in Matthew's jeans and turned his back. He knew he was blushing again, very glad that Matthew wasn't paying him any attention as he hesitantly pulled his t-shirt over his head and folded it. He looked around for a place to set it and finally draped it over the top of one of the empty chairs before moving his paws to the top of his jeans and hesitated with another look over his shoulder at the coyote. Matthew was merrily humming as he played with tubes of what Cei assumed were paints, still not paying the fox any attention. Ceilyn bit his lip and quickly stripped, his pants and underwear hurriedly draped over the same chair before he could lose his nerve, leaving him standing naked. He cupped his paws over his crotch in a sad attempt to preserve his decency, knowing he probably looked like a fool but...
"All set..?" Matthew's voice started to say, his voice trailing off as he turned around just as Ceilyn did, his eyes widening as they roamed over the fox's body. He cleared his throat nervously, "Right. Samantha does have a good eye for this sort of thing. Let's get you posed and then we'll get started, okay?"
"Er, right. What should I do?" Cei asked, looking just about everywhere but at the coyote, still keeping his paws over his sheath as much as possible.
"Sorry, should have had a robe for you," Matthew muttered, obviously cating on to the embarrassment the fox was feeling. Ceilyn met his eyes, catching the coyote as he licked his lips slowly, "Go ahead and lie down, mind the radio, it's kind of buried at the moment."
"Radio?" Ceilyn said, turning back to the mock bed as he made a conscious effort to keep his tail still and covering his rear. He'd missed an old fashioned radio curled up among the pillows when he'd first surveyed the scene "What's that for?" He asked softly, still doing his best not to look at Matthew as he settled uneasily among the cushions.
"Haven't seen the original spread, I take it? It's sort of a classic pin up style. The radio wasn't originally in it but Marilyn referenced it in a later interview and I thought it would be fun to put it in." Matthew shrugged a little, a small smile on his face though he didn't meet the fox's eyes as he walked towards where Ceilyn was crouched among the pillows. "Okay, lay back and rest one of your hands on top of the radio. Um, do you mind if I touch you? It will make it much easier to position you."
Ceilyn rested his paw on the radio reluctantly finally letting his paws drift from covering himself as he lay back, his ears flattening for a second at the coyote's words and then he nodded, still avoiding meeting Matthew's gaze.
"Thanks. Okay, here's how it is." Matthew stepped up and adjusted his paw, then turned a bit, leaning over to grip Cei's leg and lift one of his legs. The movement brought the coyote's tail up and around as he leaned over, the rip in his jeans almost at Ceilyn's nose level, making it clear it extended through part of the coyote's crotch as well. Not that it would probably show standing up but leaning down the way the coyote was Ceilyn could see more of Matthew's ass and just a hint of the coyote's furry sac that he'd been unable to miss before he jerked his eyes away, his eartips blushing again. Even with his eyes averted the warm scent of clean canid wafted over him, making him shift a bit on the pillows, "Hold still," Matthew said over his shoulder, nudging at the thigh opposite to the one he'd raised and spreading Ceilyn's legs just a bit.
"Good," Matthew turned around again, leaning forward to tilt Ceilyn's head to one side, his nose just a bare inch from the fox's as he grinned a bit shyly, "You really do have the most amazing eyes. I've never seen a fox with eyes that green. Are they real?"
"Um, yeah, they run in the family," Ceilyn replied, suddenly feeling a bit breathless as he looked up into the warm, dark eyes of the coyote, "So I should just stay like this?"
Matthew nodded and stepped back, "Yeah, like... He trailed off as his eyes moved down along Ceilyn's body, stopping just below his waist line. "Um, you're...that might be a problem," The 'yote mumbled, blushing furiously as he stared at Ceilyn's groin. . Ceilyn blinked and looked down, realizing with dawning horror that while the coyote had been adjusting his limbs he'd slipped from his sheath, leaving the long pink shaft of his erection arched over his belly fur.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, just let me get dressed and I'll...I'm sorry!" Ceilyn blurted out, one paw going to cover himself as he struggled to sit up from the nest of pillows.
Matthew's paw rested on his chest, gently pushing him back into the pillows, "No, stay. Don't worry about it. It happens. I'm a guy to, you know." He flashed a grin up at Ceilyn though he seemed to having a bit trouble breathing, his eyes quickly straying back downward.
"I...maybe." Ceilyn muttered, his ears still lying flat against his head in embarrassment. "Sometimes it, er takes awhile to go away if I don't um...have a cold shower or something."
"There's another class due in here in an hour." Matthew said, his eyes not having left the unfortunate problem. "Damn! Here, let me try something."
"Try what..." Ceilyn started to say, the words ending up in a yelp of surprise as he felt the coyote's hot fingers wrap around his cock, his muzzle whipping around to look at Matthew in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"I," Matthew said, licking his lips a bit nervously as he looked up at the fox, "Well, usually if you, er, finish something like this will go away. I could try painting you this way but it would be distracting so I thought I'd er, help." He paused, blushing as he looked up into the fox's eyes. "If you want."
"I don't knoooooww!" Cei's voice spiraled up an octave as the coyote's paw slowly starting stroking along his erection, making him arch up off the pillow with a loud whine, "I...you should s-stop that." He panted out, shivering though he couldn't quite make himself want to push the 'yote's paw away.
"I should? Tell me to stop and not only that I should and I will." Matthew said, a bit of impish humor in his voice becoming evident as his paw continued sliding over the fox's hard shaft. Already fluid was dripping from the tip, leaking over the coyote's fingers as they slid along Ceilyn's firm erection.
Ceilyn whined again,, his hips lifting to meet Matthew's paw even as he knew he shouldn't, his eyes half closing as the coyote's paw slowly picked up speed. The scent of his arousal rose to fill the air as Matthew shifted, kneeling down between the fox's legs as his paw slid along the now slippery shaft. "Matthew, I...er...you'd better stop or I'll..." the fox muttered, groaning again as a shiver of pleasure raced through his body.
"Cum? That's the idea," Matthew said almost merrily, leaning forward a bit so that Ceilyn could feel his hot breath wafting along his thighs.
"But I," Ceilyn said frantically, already feeling the first hints of orgasm build as the coyote's paw slid faster and faster along his hard shaft, "I'm going to..." Cei whined, the pleasure washing through him driving all thoughts out of his head as Matthew slowed his stroking, leaving the fox trembling right on the brink of exploding. Ceilyn whimpered, arching his hips. Matthew maddeningly kept his paw just where it was, Ceilyn's shaft pulsing in his paw as the fox thrashed, maddeningly on the edge.
Matthew laughed softly, "Fox want something?" He half growled, giving another small squeeze as he leaned even closer.
"Oh, god. Oh, god, please Matthew I need to..." Ceilyn whined, his claws digging into the pillows on either side of him as he begged. "Please!" He whimpered again as he felt the paw holding him withdraw loosen a bit, his balls almost aching with the tension within them.
"Good fox." The coyote said, leaning forward and slowly licking along the furry sac of Ceilyn's balls the sensation of his hot tongue finally pushing Ceilyn over the edge as his orgasm thundered through him making him almost scream as his cock swelled in the coyotes palm. A huge jet of milky white seed burst from him, spraying up to hit the fox in the chin as it was followed by more and more of the hot sticky fluid. Ceilyn thrashed, his arching hips driving upward into the tongue still flickering over him as he bit his lip, trying not to scream, instead loud whimpers coming from deep in his throat. He jerked one last time, his entire back arching off the pillows into the now cum covered paw of the coyote before him as one last small spurt joined the puddles now darkening his fur and collapsed, his eyes glazed as tried to catch his breath.
Matthew grinned up at dazed fox, his chin wet with his saliva as he stroked a few more times, slowly, working out the last of Ceilyn's seed on to the fox's belly as his orgasm finally subsided. "Good fox." He murmured, leaning in to nuzzle at the fox's thigh before pulling his now soaked paw away from Ceilyn and standing, his eartips blushing a bit, "Well, then, er, shall we get started? Back into position?"
Ceilyn blinked in surprise as the coyote walked back over to the easel and wiped his paws on a small towel he had sitting there, an obvious wet spot on the front of his jeans where a large bulge rested., "I, er, okay." Ceilyn said, his brain still not functioning as he looked down at himself, wondering if he should ask to borrow the towel so he could clean up too. He looked up and saw the Matthew picking up a piece of charcoal.
"Please, Ceilyn, we don't have that much more time." Matthew said, looking back at the fox sitting there, sticky with his half erection still dripping into his belly fur." Ceilyn blushed and leaned back, not quite able to meet the coyote's eyes as he resumed the pose they'd agreed on. "Thanks." Matthew tossed him a small grin around the easel before starting to sketch.
Two weeks later...
Ceilyn down the hall towards his room; he hated his calculus class with a passion only rivaled by the headaches it caused. The midterm had been especially brutal and he was looking forward to getting a nap after all the all nighters he'd be been pulling this week.
"Hey, Cei!" Jonathan called, the panther sticking his head out from the room next door, "Someone was here looking to drop off a package for you. I just took it so you wouldn't have to hunt it down at UPS or something."
"A package? I wasn't expecting anything." Ceilyn said, a bit puzzled, "Who dropped it off?"
"Hell if I know. Anyway, here it is." The panther handed him a large flat box, "Get some rest, you look like your midterms kicked your ass into next week.
"Thanks Jonathan." Ceilyn said, unlocking his door while trying to juggle the package in his other hand, "Talk to you later."
He slipped into the room and flicked the light, setting the package on the desk. "Now what on earth could you be?" He muttered, using his key to slit the tape and open the box. "It's...bubblewrap!" He said, amused that whatever it was had been swathed in what looked to be miles of the stuff, a note tapped to the front of it. "Well, lets see if this sheds any light on the matter." He pulled the tape carefully off the note and opened it to read.
_Ceilyn,
The project was a success, thank you again for all your help. I actually did two paintings, this one first because I couldn't get it out of my head and then the one I turned in. I thought you deserved this one for being such a great model. Hopefully you'll be willing to...sit for me again sometime. It's titled (I've got) Nothing but the Radio on.
Matthew._
Ceilyn half blushed in remembering that day. He hadn't run into Matthew again since then and he'd been too embarrassed to yell at Sam about it though she'd pressed him for details. Shakily he unwrapped the package and studied the picture, blushing even more as he saw a gorgeous painting of himself, lounging against the radio with half an erection dripping on to his already matted chest and belly fur and look of afterglow and smugness on his face as he stared seductively out of the nest of pillows, his bright green eyes almost seeming to dare the viewer to come over there and try ag