Headphones
Angsty masturbation. When Jordan's boyfriend has to head home, he copes the one way that always works.
Jordan dropped his keys on the counter and washed his paws. The soft suds dripped off his pads and gave off a sharp citrus scent. He watched the water run down, off the dishes, over the bits of food stuck in the drain. With a sigh, he lifted a plate. His tail sank, brushing the floor, as he scrubbed and rinsed, over and over. The lingering citrus was replaced by the neutral dish soap. Jordan didn't bother to wash his paws again once the chore was done.
The fox wiped the dampness on his jeans. Turning to the bedroom, he saw a pair of boxers hanging over the side of the bed. Jordan thought of the way Felix had looked in them last night, and he felt the corners of his mouth pull up into something like a smile.
Jordan sat down on the end of the bed. He breathed in. He felt his ribs push out, straining, trying to get a little more air in. He breathed out.
His boyfriend's scent lingered. Jordan could smell him in the sheets, and in the air, and on the boxers most of all. He shut his eyes, breathing in the scent, clinging to it.
Leaning back, Jordan's head hit the mattress with a dull thud, and the fox exhaled again. He pushed himself up to lay on the pillows. He shivered, the bed feeling cold to him, despite the heat of the summer.
In the evening light, the faint glow of a green LED was visible against the wall. Jordan turned towards it, seeing his headphones lying on the nightstand. He unplugged the charging cable and slipped the headphones over his ears before laying back down. The headband between the speakers pressed into the back of his head. Jordan put on some quiet music, blocking out the sounds of neighbors.
The left speaker was quieter than the right. The padding had worn down. But however uncomfortable they might be, they worked. A new pair might be less comfortable, the fox thought.
Jordan yawned, and he felt his ribs and the headphones both creak. He listened to the music and tried to appreciate it the way Felix would. He dissected the layers in his mind, listening for unusual chords or movements and imagining the way his bunny would have found so much more in it than Jordan could.
The phone buzzed. Two new messages, one from while Jordan had been driving: "Thank you again for dropping me off. Let me know when you're home safe?" And another, from a moment ago: "We just started boarding. I'll let you know when I'm home, but for now, try to get some sleep?"
He sent back, "Of course, sorry I got distracted, yes I'll relax for a bit," and a follow-up, "Have a safe flight!"
Jordan set his phone down, wondering if he would be able to sleep. His body felt heavy. It was probably best to pretend like he might nap. He sat up and set his headphones down beside the phone. His loose shirt came off easily, and he tossed it in the laundry bin in the corner. He struggled with his binder, leaning forward to tug the fabric over his shoulders. As he had built muscle in his arms and chest, it had become a tighter squeeze to pull it on and off.
He fell back onto the pillow and took a series of deep breaths. He repositioned his headphones and focused on the music. After a moment, the fox unzipped his jeans and kicked them off. They tumbled off the end of the bed, and Jordan laid in just his socks and boxer-briefs.
The phone buzzed again. Jordan looked down at it and caught sight of his body. His breasts rose and sank with each breath. The tan fur there was matted from being held down all day, but the flesh underneath was as undamaged as ever.
The message wasn't from Felix. Jordan closed his eyes. One paw rested to his side, and the other sat over the waistband of his underwear. Unlike his bunny, who could color-match his outfits from socks to sunglasses, Jordan did not have the same aesthetic sense. Most of his underwear was black, including the current pair. It was a color that never offended next to his rusty orange and tan fur.
Jordan's eyelids felt heavy. The headphones pressed against his temples. He looked down his body again, eyes half-open. Through the squint, he could imagine a flatter chest and a fuller package. The fox's paw slipped under his waistband, where his fingertips pressed into the dense fur over his pubis. He imagined for a moment that, when his paw slid lower, it would bump against a plump sheath in the same shade of tan as his belly. Jordan thought of wrapping his paw around it and encouraging it to grow and form a visible tent.
His fingers sank deeper and formed a fist around where he imagined his sheath would have been. Through squinted eyes and under a layer of fabric, it looked almost right. His pinky finger slid down, parting his lips and covering his clit. And as he rocked his hips against his fist, he imagined Felix's paw instead. Jordan thought of the short beige fur that covered Felix's paw and his own reddish shaft pushing up through it. Jordan ignored the wetness he felt near his finger as he rocked against his paw.
He shut his eyes and could see Felix laying beside him. The tip of Jordan's cock disappeared into Felix's paw over and over. A bead of pre dripped from the head and ran down to the bunny's thumb. Felix pulled his paw away and licked it clean. His paw returned even lower, reaching under Jordan's sac and cupping it, squeezing gently. Jordan could feel the warmth of his boyfriend's paw and the gentle pressure of his squeeze. He felt the pleasure radiate up his shaft towards the head.
Jordan's hips thrust precisely against his paw. He rubbed his finger against his clit but avoided traveling any further down. Though he could feel a dull ache between his legs, and he could smell it becoming wetter, he did not acknowledge it.
In Jordan's mind, Felix took his shaft again, stroking harder this time. Jordan could imagine the bunny's strokes shortening as the fox's knot grew larger and more sensitive. It stood out against the tan fur, red and intense.
Jordan thrust his hips to the rhythm of Felix's strokes. But the scent of his arousal kept growing. It hung in the air, sweet and thick. It pushed into Jordan's fantasy, pulling at the wrong thoughts. For a moment, Jordan saw his boyfriend's head between his legs, with the bunny's nose pressed up against his clit, and his tongue lapping at the fox's lips. Jordan saw Felix's ears pushed back out of the way as he teased at the fox's entrance.
Jordan forced his eyes open and put his effort into focusing on the music. He followed for a few measures, but the warmth and tension between his legs tugged at his hazy attention. Jordan caught sight of the pair of boxers and, in his need, pulled them to his muzzle. He breathed deeply, taking his boyfriend's scent into the deepest corners of his lungs.
Jordan ground his hips against his paw. He rubbed his clit back and forth against his finger. The fur between his legs was wet and sticky with his juices. As he breathed in, he felt a spasm across his hips. He thought of Felix leaning down to catch the load that was about to shoot from his cock. The grinding of his hips slowed, pushing hard against his paw, and Jordan saw sparks.
His mind went blank. He only felt the contraction of his hips, his thighs, the pressure between his legs, the dull warmth, the absence of thought. For a brief moment, he felt only pleasure.
The music changed tracks. The air conditioning kicked on, and the breeze forced Jordan under the blanket. He held onto the quiet pleasure for as long as he could. And when he woke in the empty bed, in the dark of the early morning, his paw found its way under his waistband once again.