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If there was one thing that Kenneth Oliver hated about college, it was the seemingly endless busywork and mind-numbing studying. When the fox graduated from high school near the top of his class at eighteen, he had been so enthusiastic to move onward to college and he'd thrown himself into his studies. Now, at age twenty, his mind seemed to constantly be overwhelmed and exhausted with the nearly infinite barrage of new information that he found himself reading and studying nearly every day.

"Maybe I should've become a cop," he muttered to himself, rising from the couch and making his way to the kitchen. He quickly retrieved a soda from the fridge and popped the tab, downing almost half the can in a single gulp.

The doorbell rang and, surprised, Kenneth coughed slightly, splashing a bit of cola on the white patch of fur on his chest. Muttering irritably, he made his way to the front door, yanking it open to reveal a tall, muscular German shepherd, looking down at him with a smile. The fox's face burned beneath his fur, his eyes raking along the muscles tugging at the dog's uniform.

"Hey, Kenny," the dog said. "Good to see you again. How're your classes going?"

Kenneth smiled weakly. "Pretty good. Just a lot of stuff to memorize for the midterms coming up. Are you waiting on Dad?"

"Yeah," the German shepherd replied. He lifted his hat and scratched behind his own ears. "We gotta get going. The lieutenant has a new case he wants us to look into." He looked down at Kenneth. "You've got some soda on your fur."

The fox looked down at the stain on his chest and immediately started to back away. "I'll go... put a shirt on. Why don't you just go wait in the living room. Dad should be finishing up his shower right now." He stepped aside and the dog stepped through the door, making his way to the living room. "HEY DAD!" Kenneth called into the house. "OFFICER WINTERS IS HERE!"

Another, stronger voice called back. "I'LL BE READY IN A MINUTE, BRAD!"

Kenneth nodded and looked back at Officer Brad Winters, who'd already made himself comfortable on the couch, smiling kindly.

"I'll be right back," Kenneth said, hurrying off to his bedroom to throw a white shirt over his stained chest-he could wash it later. He reemerged a short minute later and saw Officer Winters on his phone, texting with a bored expression on his face. Kenneth cleared his throat and Officer Winters looked up. "Do you want some water or something?"

"Maybe just some Coke," Officer Winters suggested.

"Sure," Kenneth said, turning away, returning shortly with a can of cola. He handed it over and had to suppress a small bit of excitement as the dog took it, smiling up at him with those sparkling green eyes.

"Thanks. Appreciate it."

Kenneth chuckled in mild embarrassment. "You're welcome. So, what's the case today?"

"Not sure yet," Officer Winters replied. "Hopefully, it's not another homicide." He shivered in discomfort. "Always breaks my heart to have to get involved in those." His look of sadness quickly disappeared, replaced by a smile as he looked back up into Kenneth's eyes. "What are you studying again?"

"Oh, I'm studying meteorology," Kenneth said. "I'm going to be a storm chaser."

"I see," Officer Winters said, sounding impressed. "If what Daniel said is true, you're definitely smart enough for it. Any reason you didn't want to become a cop like your old man?"

"I don't think I could handle it," Kenneth admitted. "I mean, I'm not very strong and I don't really know how to fight so I don't think I could handle arresting criminals." He rubbed the back of his head, saying, "And guns kinda freak me out too."

"That's fair, it's definitely not a job for the faint of heart. Then again, neither is being a storm chaser. Are you gonna chase tornadoes and-?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting," a voice interrupted and Kenneth looked over. His father, Officer Daniel Oliver, had entered the living room with his mother, Yvonne, busily straightening his police uniform. His mother had always fussed over looking the absolute best and Kenneth was sure that she was the reason his father was running slightly behind.

If only she could've kept him busy a bit longer, he thought.

"No worries, Danny," Officer Winters said, rising. "Let's get going, we've got a long day ahead of us."

"Have a nice day, boys," Yvonne said pleasantly, kissing her husband before the two police officers walked to the door and out into the day. Kenneth's eyes remained focused on the dog, walking slightly behind his father. When the front door closed, Yvonne turned to Kenneth and let out a huff. "Did you spill something on your shirt?" she asked suspiciously.

Kenneth looked down at himself-the cola he'd spilled on his fur was starting to stain the white shirt he'd foolishly put on to hide it. He chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

"Go change, please, Kenneth. You're a grown fox now. I shouldn't have to tell you not to spill your drink."

"Sorry, Ma," Kenneth said sheepishly and he went to his bedroom and to change, pausing at the bathroom to try to flush out the dark liquid from his fur. As he did so, he paused to look at his reflection in the mirror, frowning at the red-furred fox that stared back at him. Unlike his father, who was bold and strong, or his mother, who was effortlessly pretty, Kenneth felt strangely awkward and unassuming. He had neither his father's golden fur, nor his mother's captivating eyes.

He was just... average.

And why would he ever want someone average?

---

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon when Yvonne's cell phone rang. She listened and from where he sat, Kenneth watched her countenance shift, gradually becoming more and more sad. Finally, she sighed and spoke in a calm voice of sad understanding.

"I understand, Danny," Yvonne was saying, "but please don't work too hard. You know I'd prefer to have you home, right?... Yeah, I know... It's okay. I'll have Kenneth send you dinner, okay?... I love you too. Bye."

She hung up and looked over at Kenneth, who almost immediately understood. "He's got a late night tonight, doesn't he?"

She nodded. "Yep, he's gonna be at the station until at least ten. Would you mind...?"

"Not at all," Kenneth said. This wasn't the first time he had been asked to take a meal to his father.

Half an hour later, with a warm casserole in tupperware in the passenger seat, Kenneth was humming his way to the precinct, enjoying the break from his studies. He continued to hum to himself as he stepped inside, returning the greetings he received from the other officers and lab techs he passed-just part of being the son of a seasoned, veteran officer. He navigated his way to his father's desk, surprised that the person seated behind the desk wasn't his father...

"Officer Winters?"

Officer Brad Winters looked up from his paperwork, smiling at Kenneth kindly. "Aw, did you bring me dinner? That's sweet."

"Oh... well... Actually, it's for my dad. But there's plenty. Ma made enough to share so..."

"I'm just yanking your tail a bit, Kenny," Officer Winters said. "Danny's around here somewhere. I think he's getting some of the evidence from the scene to the lab techs and running some plates."

"Homicide?"

Officer Winters nodded sadly. "Homicide. Some poor coyote on the north side got killed. Such a shame too." Officer Winters stared into Kenneth's eyes, his face uncharacteristically serious. "Hey, I know you probably don't want to hear it, but be careful out there in the world, okay? I don't want you to become another one of these cases."

"Yes, sir," Kenneth said.

Officer Winters made a joking, gagging noise. "Please, don't call me 'sir'. Makes me feel old. Just call me Brad, okay?"

"Okay, but I don't know if my dad would like that," Kenneth remarked. Then, his curiosity piqued, he asked, "How old are you?"

"How old are you?" Officer Winters shot back, though he was smirking now, that sly smile that Kenneth could've almost melted into.

"I just turned twenty."

"Well, I'm about eight years older than you. I ain't even thirty yet so don't call me 'sir', okay? Now your old man, well, call him 'sir' all you like. He's damn near ancient."

"Hey now, don't be judging this old fox just cause he's got experience." Daniel Oliver had returned, carrying folders full of papers that he set on the desk. "Hey, Ken, your mom told me you'd be dropping off dinner. What'd she make?"

"Tuna casserole. I'll just... I'll get out of your hair, okay?" Kenneth said, taking another look at Officer Winters. "I'll catch you guys later, alright?"

"Okay. Be careful driving home, Ken," Daniel said.

Kenneth nodded and gave another wave towards Officer Winters. He did a double take as he started to turn away.

Did he just... wink at me?

---

Around eleven o'clock at night, Kenneth heard the front door open and made his way to the living room, eager to see who'd just walked in. His father was practically dragging himself through the door, looking exhausted, tail and ears limp and body slumped. Behind him was Officer Winters, who was speaking in a low, tired-sounding voice.

"Won't be too long, hopefully," Officer Winters said, in what was clearly meant to be an uplifting tone. "Ella's a genius-if there's a shred of DNA, she'll find it."

"I guess... What're you doing up right now, Ken?" Daniel asked, eyes focused on his son.

Kenneth rubbed the back of his head in mild embarrassment. "Well, I heard the front door open and just figured I'd see who was walking in."

"Hmm," hummed Daniel, eyes shifting between Officer Winters and his son. "Hey, Brad, it's late. You wanna crash here tonight?"

Officer Winters looked surprised by the request, which Kenneth had heard his father suggest before whenever the pair had worked particularly late nights. The dog looked between the foxes and said, "I can go ahead and head home. I don't want to impose."

"It's not an imposition if I'm asking. We can fold out the couch and you can sleep in the living room," Daniel offered. "Kenneth, do you mind pulling out the sofa-bed?"

Kenneth perked up. "Yeah, no problem."

"Oh... okay. Thanks, Danny," Officer Winters said.

Kenneth walked into the living room, Officer Winters following close behind. He quickly shucked the pillows and cushions from the couch before reaching for the bar to pull out the sofa bed. The mechanism refused to budge. With a small growl, he yanked again. Still, the futon refused to unfold and he huffed in irritation.

"Let me," Officer Winters said, his paw on Kenneth's shoulder. Kenneth stepped aside, watching the German shepherd pull out the futon without even the slightest bit of resistance. The springs squeaked as it settled into place, the noise echoing throughout the house. "There we are," Officer Winters said, pleased with himself. He looked back at Kenneth, smirking proudly. "You okay?"

Kenneth looked away sheepishly; he'd been staring in an almost hypnotized way at Officer Winters as he'd pulled out the sofa, watching those muscles work. "Yeah... I... um... I'll go get you a pillow and some blankets."

As quickly as he could, he hurried off to the hallway linen closet, mentally reprimanding himself.

"He's a guest," Kenneth whispered under his breath. "He's your dad's partner. You can't be crushing on him..."

With a blanket and pillows in hand, he hurried back to the living room, stopping dead in his tracks as he beheld the sight in front of him. Officer Winters had shirked off his uniform shirt and jacket, tossed haphazardly over the armchair beside the futon. Beneath it, he had worn a tight, jet-black tank-top, pulled tight against his musculature, accenting every curve and muscle in his back beautifully. From where he stood, Kenneth could hear the jingle of his belt and watched, enraptured, as the German shepherd's pants fell almost torturously slowly and he stepped out of them, revealing bright white briefs that perfectly framed his round posterior, his tail swishing back and forth lazily.

"Oh, hey," Officer Winters said, turning to look at him with those same bright eyes, that same confident smirk that could've easily been his alone, the same joy that pulled his ruggedly handsome features in the image of Adonis. Kenneth's eyes found the bulge in those briefs and he turned away. "Those for me?"

"Oh... um... Yeah," Kenneth stammered, feeling his face burn beneath his fur. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see..."

"It's okay," Officer Winters said pleasantly. "We're both guys, right? Besides"--he pointed towards Kenneth's legs--"you haven't put any pants on since I've been here."

Kenneth looked down at himself. He had been laying down when the front door had opened, dressed only in a t-shirt and striped blue and green boxer shorts. Trying not to look too mortified, he hurriedly made up the futon for Officer Winters, spreading out the blanket and setting down the pillows in a semi-neat way.

"Well... Good night, Officer Winters," Kenneth said rapidly, eager to excuse himself.

"Hey, wait," Officer Winters said, seating himself on the futon. "I wanna talk to you a bit." He patted the bed, inviting Kenneth to sit beside him. Hesitantly, Kenneth accepted the gesture, seating himself beside the dog. It struck him just how much taller Officer Winters was-the tips of Kenneth's ears only came up to his shoulders.

They sat there for a moment in silence and Kenneth swallowed-what did he want to talk about? Was he in trouble? Did something happen at work?

"I was wondering why you were always so jumpy around me," Officer Winters said. "You know that you don't have to be scared of me, right?"

"Well, yeah. I'm not scared of you," Kenneth said.

"Okay... So, why do you always act so skittish around me?" Officer Winters wondered. "We're friends, right?"

"Yeah, of course we are," Kenneth agreed, stiffening. Something had brushed his fingertips and he looked downward. Officer Winters's fingers had eased slightly closer, nearly interlocking with his own. Kenneth's jaw dropped as he slid his fingers away slightly, just being that ghosting touch.

Officer Winters noticed; his expression faltered. "There's one more question I want to ask you. Are you gay?"

Kenneth spluttered and jumped up from the futon, stepping away and holding his paws close to his chest. "... No," he said in quiet, meek denial.

"Ken-"

"I'm not. I-"

"I'm not judging you!" Officer Winters said, slightly panicked now. "Kenny, please relax. I wouldn't think less of you if you were."

Kenneth swallowed, but he didn't relax. Not fully. Officer Winters's gaze was fixed on him, a silent pleading

for him to not walk away. Despite a subtle desire to step back, Kenneth remained rooted on the spot, clenching his chest to try to calm his sudden paranoia.

"... Why would you ask me that?"

"I just wondered. Maybe it was hopeful thinking or just a hunch," Officer Winters admitted. "I just really want to know. Are you?"

Kenneth looked downward, speaking so quietly he was sure that Officer Winters wouldn't hear. "Yes."

"You are?"

"I am..."

"Hey, look at me," Officer Winters said. Kenneth determinedly turned his face away, peering over towards the television, which was turned off. He stared into the black screen, as if it would provide him with some kind of escape. He barely noticed when Officer Winters stood and walked closer. Kenneth felt a strong, but gentle, hand cup his chin and turn his head to face the dog.

"What're you-?"

Their lips met and Kenneth was sure his brain would explode from the sudden rush of surprise and dopamine flooding his senses, blurring out everything around him. Then, a sharp realization came to him as his mind tried to process what was happening.

He was kissing his father's work partner!

Before he could fully understand what was happening, Officer Winters pulled back, smiling at him.

"I'm gay too," the dog said.

"I... Did you just...? Why?!" Kenneth gasped, momentarily breathless.

"Sit down with me and hear me out?" Officer Winters offered. "Promise you won't turn tail and run?"

Kenneth, feeling numb, nodded and allowed himself to be pulled back to sit on the futon beside Officer Winters.

"I know this might sound a little weird... maybe a bit wrong, but I kind of... I think..." Officer Winters swallowed, and Kenneth was mildly surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. He'd never seen Officer Winters look so unsure and unsteady. It was almost like looking at a completely different person. "Fuck, this is hard to say."

"Do you... do you... like me?"

"Well, yeah, I like you but... more than just a friend... Remember that day when your dad had me pick you up from classes and we went out for lunch?"

"Yeah, I do. That's when I started..." Kenneth stopped himself, realizing what he was close to saying.

"When you want?" Officer Winters prompted, eager to hear.

"Well, I always... I always thought you were... handsome. And brave. And strong," Kenneth said. "And whenever we talked, I just liked you more and more... and I think... I think I have a crush on you." He looked downward, seeing Officer Winters's fingers inch closer to his own again. He felt them on his own and his breath hitched. "I really like you. But... you're my dad's work partner. Isn't this... wrong somehow?"

"How is it wrong if I like you too?"

"Well, what would my dad say?! What would your job say?"

Officer Winters chortled heartily. "We're both consenting adults. What happens between us is nobody else's business or responsibility." He cupped Kenneth's face gently, staring into Kenneth's hazel eyes. "And I'm willing to take a chance with you if you want to with me."

"... Why me?"

"Why not? You're cute. You're smart. You're kind. And," he added with a smirk, "you brought me free food. Don't sell yourself short. I think you're more incredible than you think I am."

"Mr. Winters, I-"

"Brad."

"What?"

"I told you before. Just call me 'Brad'. If you want to give this a try, you can use my first name."

"Alright... Brad... I just... What're you going to tell my dad if we do... give this"-he waved between them-"a try?"

Brad mimed answering a phone and spoke into his paw. "I'm sorry, Mr. Olivers. Kenny can't come to the phone right now because he's about to deflowered on my knot." When he saw the scandalized look on Kenneth's face, he laughed heartily. "I'm going to tell him the truth. And I'm going to let him know that I really do care about you."

His heart racing in a moment of utter panic, Kenneth forced himself to chuckle. "That's not funny. But at least... if this does cause problems-"

"Then I won't do anything to make it worse," Brad said. "Sure, it'll take your dad time to get used to the idea... but hopefully, he won't be too upset."

"Okay..." Kenneth said, starting to lose himself in Brad's eyes. Somewhere, in those deep, green spheres, he could see it: the belief and confidence that everything was going to be okay.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Brad asked.

Kenneth smiled happily, his face pulling into a smile so wide that it almost hurt. "I do."

"Then, as my boyfriend, do you want to sleep out here with me tonight?" Brad offered, leaning back and reclining onto the futon. Kenneth stared at him-the look on his face had changed. It was inviting, warm, but somehow mischievous and daring.

"Do you mean... Do you want to have...?" Kenneth spluttered.

Brad's eyes opened a bit wider. "I was just talking about sleep. But if you want to... But you know, your parents are still in the house..."

Kenneth listened for a moment for a telltale sign-his father's buzzsaw-like snoring was audible. He chuckled. "There's no way my mom can hear anything over that."

Brad laughed again. "I'm not going to force you. But if you-whoa!"

Kenneth had climbed on top of Brad, hovering over him with an awkward smile and an expression that clearly told the dog that the fox had no idea what he was doing. Paws on Kenneth's back, Brad sat upright, holding the smaller fox in his lap sweetly as he kissed him.

"Slow down a bit, Ken. If this is our first night together. We don't have to rush it."

They kissed once more, Kenneth reveling in the touch of his paws on his back and the taste of Brad on his lips. This kiss was slow and passionate, Kenneth leaning closer into it, into that strong muscled body he'd loved from afar for a long while. And below him, he could feel himself hardening, pulling back from Brad's kiss to look down at the tent in his boxer shorts.

"Sorry, I just--"

"It's okay," Brad said, his paws reaching lower to rub along the base of Kenneth's tail. "You act like you've never done this before."

Kenneth chuckled uneasily. "I haven't."

Brad's eyes widened in surprise. His paws left Kenneth's back as he processed what had just been admitted. "Really? I figured a cute thing like you would've been snapped up early in high school."

"You're my first... even my first kiss..."

"Why didn't you say so? Are you sure you want to do this now?"

Kenneth kissed Brad once more, arms around Brad in a tight embrace. Beneath him, he could feel Brad's hardness starting to poke into his leg. "I don't think I've been more sure. And I think you want this too."

"Just don't want to rush you."

"Then let me set the pace, okay?" Kenneth offered.

"Alright," Brad said. "How do you want to do this?"

Kenneth took a deep, steadying breath. "I think... I want you... inside me."

"You sure? I'm not small. I don't want to hurt you."

Kenneth slid off Brad's lap, kneeling in front of him. Face-to-face now with Brad's large bulge, tenting Brad's tight underwear. He kissed the tip through the fabric and heard Brad let out a small moan of pleasure. Before his nerve wore down, he slipped Brad's waistband down, just below Brad's balls. The thick member felt heavy in his paws and, after a brief moment of hesitation, he licked along the length before taking it into his mouth.

Brad sucked in a pleased breath, watching as the fox's head bobbed up and down on his member. Gently his paw rested on Kenneth's head, encouraging him to take it deeper. Kenneth acquiesced, almost forcing himself down to the root when he suddenly gagged, pulling in embarrassment.

"Pace yourself. Don't take too much."

Kenneth nodded, putting two of his fingers into his mouth, carefully sucking on them before maneuvering them to his rear. Carefully, he lowered his boxers and pushed the slickened digits through the tight ring, gasping as he did so. Brad almost spoke but, with his fingers still pushing into himself, Kenneth took Brad back into his mouth, silencing whatever protests the dog was about to say.

"Fuck you've got... a sinful mouth," Brad managed to say, scratching behind Kenneth's ears. Kenneth felt him move and watched the dog pull the tank-top over his head. "Come here," he ordered, pulling Kenneth upwards.

Kenneth gasped as his fingers slipped out of his rear. He soon found himself on Brad's lap, kissing him deeply once more as Brad leaned backwards until they were lying down on the futon, exploring each other's mouth once more as if seeking something they knew the other had.

Then Kenneth pulled back, licking along the strong tendons in Brad's neck, maneuvering lower, nipping gently at his shoulder. His "sinful" tongue tasted along each curve, lingering as it traced over his new boyfriend's body, tasting and feeling the masculinity beneath the dog's fur until he was once more at the hard, strong member.

"Wait, come back up here," Brad ordered.

Surprised by the sudden strong command and expecting another kiss, Kenneth moved back upwards, licking upwards across Brad's defined abs, along those pectorals, before he was back, face-to-face with his dog. Then, he found himself spun around, his feet near Brad's head, his own hardness hovering over Brad's mouth. Kenneth almost let out a shout of surprise as Brad's tongue darted out, licking his length eagerly before it sank into the dog's mouth. It took all of Kenneth's strength for his knees to not immediately buckle as a new wave of pleasure arced through him.

Then, he noticed Brad's hard member, just centimeters from his mouth and, with a fresh surge of want, he took the dog back into his mouth, sucking it down as deeply as he could go. He fought the growing fire in him, trying to force him over the edge.

And then, he slipped from Brad's mouth, that tongue tracing a line to his rear until it was teasing at his entrance, licking along his hole. His mouth released Brad as his pleasure plateaued, his cock shooting thick ropes along Brad's chest, his release almost smearing into Brad's black and brown fur. And Brad kept going, eagerly tasting every bit of his fox that he could.

"You wanna keep going?" Brad asked as he pulled back.

"You didn't cum yet..." said Kenneth weakly. "I want you to cum too."

"If you're sure..."

Now, slightly annoyed with Brad's hesitancy, Kenneth turned, hovering his entrance over Brad's length. He exhaled a heavy breath as he lowered himself, wincing as it pushed through into him. Brad's fingers interlaced with his own in silent encouragement as Kenneth went lower. Kenneth paused for a moment when he felt his bottom on Brad's legs, amazed at the sudden fullness, the almost startling new sensation working through him.

Then Brad shifted as he sat upright, making Kenneth suck in breath. Their lips met again as Brad began to thrust shallowly, just enough for Kenneth to feel the sensation of being taken. Gradually, his thrusts became stronger, deeper, until Kenneth was almost bouncing in his lap. Brad's mouth swallowed every moan and gasp Kenneth gave, muffling them and giving Kenneth his own. Kenneth felt his arousal returning, hardening his member once more.

"Fuck," Brad managed to say when their mouths parted. His arms were tight around Kenneth's waist as he pushed upwards. "You're tight."

"You're... big... way bigger... than I thought..."

Kenneth felt Brad slip out of him as Brad turned them again, pushing him down onto the futon on his back before thrusting back into him again. Kenneth's arms wrapped around Brad's shoulders, his legs crossed along Brad's back as the German shepherd began to push in and out of him again, harder than before. Their mouths clashed yet again, no less passionate but far more feral, hardly more than a wrestle of teeth and tongue as they both chased that peak.

"Fuck! I'm close again," Kenneth said.

"Cum for me, baby!" Brad urged, taking hold of Kenneth's cock and stroking it, eager to coax another release out of the fox.

Kenneth wasn't sure who came first-he felt himself release at the same time he became aware of a new sensation inside of him. Brad was cumming inside of him, filling him up with thick seed. His back arched upwards and Brad's mouth met his own once more, as if trying to keep him from flying too far on his own cloud nine.

As the afterglow began to set in, Kenneth found his body sore, tired and satisfied, Brad rolling over to lie beside him, smiling happily at him. Their fingers were interlocked as they inched closer, working themselves into a close cuddle. Kenneth was sure he heard Brad say something to him as his eyes started to flutter closed, but the tiredness from the two best orgasms of his life quickly pulled him into a deep, satisfied sleep.

---

"Really, Bradley?! You can't even pick up your clothes?!

"

It was his father's shout that roused Kenneth from sleep. He'd been cuddled into Brad's chest and his eyes opened blearily. Sunlight was spilling into the living room through curtains that had been thrown open and when his consciousness fully returned to him, Kenneth realized what was hanging off his father's fingertip-Brad's briefs. His father, he noted, looked quite disgusted and mildly offended... though not as furious as Kenneth thought he'd be.

"Sorry, I meant to pick them up but then we fell asleep and-" Brad began.

"Just... put some pants on before breakfast," Daniel said, rolling his eyes as he tossed the underwear onto the futon. He walked out of the living room, muttering under his breath about... a bet? Kenneth wasn't sure if he was fully awake, but it almost sounded as if his father was muttering about winning a bet.

"Well shit... We could've told him in a better way," Brad said, retrieving his underwear and sliding them on beneath the blanket. "You decent under there?"

Kenneth looked over at Brad, mortified. "H... How are you so... okay with that?! He just caught us in bed!"

"Well, now that he knows, we can talk about it," Brad said in a voice that was too calm, too lackadaisical for Kenneth. "Don't look at me like that. He'd have found out eventually. At least he's knowing at the beginning and it's not a secret."

"How do we know he doesn't think you're some kind of-?"

"Because we're both adults and he realizes that, legally, he can't stop us from being together," Brad reminded him nonchalantly. "Put your clothes on. Let's go talk to him."

Kenneth dressed in stunned, frightened silence. Once his boxers were back on, he peered over at Brad who, he noticed, was inspecting his tank-top, which was at least clean. But, even as Brad pulled it on, Kenneth couldn't help but notice where his fur had been matted from Kenneth's release.

There was no hiding what they'd done.

Brad put on his pants and pulled him into a loving embrace, whispering into his ears. "It'll be okay. Don't worry."

"How can I believe you?"

"Because I love you," Brad said, pulling back for a short second before giving him a kiss.

"You-"

"Come on, let's not keep them waiting."

At the kitchen table, Daniel and Yvonne were already seated, both already dressed for the day. Once more, Yvonne was fussing over Daniel's uniform, straightening his collar, before she noticed Kenneth and Brad step into the kitchen. Kenneth felt himself shake as his parents focused their gaze on him.

"Well...?" Daniel urged.

"Look, Dan, before you say anything-" Brad began.

"Is it official? Or just a fling?" Yvonne demanded.

Brad swallowed, shifting uncomfortably as he answered. "Well... I did ask Kenny to be my boyfriend last night. And he said yes. So... I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but--"

"I win, Yvonne," Daniel said suddenly. "I told you they'd end up together."

Yvonne rolled her eyes, looking quite annoyed. "Fine. Fine. What do you want?"

Daniel thought for a moment, a sly smile pulling at his features that were normally in a permanent scowl. "Let me think on that. It's not often I win these little wagers."

Kenneth's jaw dropped. "What wager? What do you guys mean?"

"Oh, we had a little bet going," explained Daniel. "See, I knew he was gay and liked you. Your mom, however..." He cast her a snide smirk.

"I was sure he was straight. So I figured that you two wouldn't so much as kiss let alone"-she waved her hands at them-"what you did in my living room. By the way, if you two made any kind of mess..."

"We didn't!" Kenneth protested. "But... wait... you knew?!"

"The way that futon squeaks, the entire neighborhood knows," Daniel murmured. "And you're not exactly quiet." His face quickly returned to its normal, default scowl. "But let me make something clear here, Bradley. I get that he's legally an adult, but he's still my son. You get where I'm going with this?"

"Yes, sir," Brad said, standing at attention.

"Don't hurt him, am I clear?" Daniel warned. "And so help me, if you give him any kind of STD-"

"DAD!" Kenneth squeaked, covering his face with utter embarrassment.

"Dan, I'm clean and your son's a virgin. Well, was a virgin. Anyway," he continued, seeing the warning flare in Daniel's face, "you know me. I'm not gonna hurt him." He put an arm around Kenneth's shoulder. "I'm gonna make him the happiest fox alive."

An hour later (and after a hasty shower to wash up), Brad was following Daniel out of the door to the patrol car parked in the driveway. Kenneth followed close behind as Daniel got into the driver's seat. Brad paused before getting into the passenger seat, pulling Kenneth into a hug before getting one last kiss.

"When will I see you again?" Kenneth asked.

"Tonight. Seven o'clock. Dinner and a movie. I won't work late tonight, I promise," Brad said sweetly.

"Promise me you'll be careful. I know how dangerous your job is," Kenneth said.

"Don't worry. I promise I'll always come back to the guy I love."