New World Order
They'd started with schnapps and moved on to beer, and Vinny was buzzed but not drunk yet, or at least, if he were drunk, he wasn't stinking drunk, though he knew Drew would say he was. Drew never missed a chance at a skunk joke, and Vinny could never think of anything to say about weasels to counter it with. The two of them had met through Jinx, the fox currently across the table from them, who seemingly knew just about everyone on campus. Vinny sat behind Jinx in Econ 102, and Drew worked with him in the biotech lab, or had been a subject in a medical experiment for cash there, or something.
Vinny was fuzzier on how Jinx knew Allen, the ringtail sitting beside the fox and pretending to try to sneak a look at his cards. Allen had shown up with Jinx at dinner one evening with no explanation and had been a semi-regular ever since. They were all guys without family to go home to on weekends or girlfriends to sleep over with, and so they'd drifted into meeting on Saturday nights for drinks and cards, when there wasn't a good party to be had somewhere.
Right now, Allen was grinning at him, or maybe leering was the better term for it. Vinny squeezed his eyes shut and tried again to look at the cards in his hand. He needed to win back some chips, and it looked like he had the hand for it. "Raise," he enunciated slowly. "Half a pair of pants."
"You mean a pant?" Allen said.
"That's n-not a word," Drew said.
"Sure it is." Jinx looked remarkably calm for a fox who'd downed four shots of cinnamon schnapps and two beers, and who was currently down to an undershirt and briefs. "He can wager half his pants if he wants."
"I wish Gilly hadn't gone," Drew said.
"If you hadn't been an ass about it, maybe she wouldn't have." Vinny said the words before he could think to take them back.
"Me?" Drew squeaked. "S-she just asked i-if we were s-serious about t-taking her t-top off."
"A simple 'yes' might have been better than, 'TITS TITS TITS!'," Jinx said.
Drew fingered his shirt and grinned. "We were all thinkin' it."
"Don't mean we have to say it." Allen, too, was slurring his words; like Vinny, trying too hard to enunciate. He'd chosen to take off everything above the waist before anything below, exposing his skinny chest and arms after losing in the last round. "I'll see your raise, Vin, raise you the rest of your pant."
Jinx tossed his cards to the table. "Too much for this fox," he said, fingering his stack of chips.
Drew, who had already folded, was still staring glumly down at the table. "Fuck," he said. "I could really u-use that blow job."
"Then you better not lose," Allen said.
Vinny was studying his cards and the ones on the table. "All in," he said, pushing his chips to the center. A flush beat a full house, didn't it? Or three of a kind? Something. It was good, anyway.
"What?" Drew said. His little ears perked up. "We were betting..."
The betting had gotten out of hand because Gilly was there, and it had been the weasel who'd pushed it. She was fine with the strip poker, but then--and admittedly, this was after the second bottle of schnapps had been polished off--Drew had said, hey, also, we usually play that loser has to blow all the winners, staring right at Gilly like that. And the raccoon hadn't batted an eye, just said, sure you do, you're all fags, right? And Drew said, Whatever, are you in? And she'd said, Hell, yes, 'cause I want to see you blow your buddies here.
"We made the bet, right?" Allen said. "Loser blows the winners."
"Gilly's gone, though," Drew said.
"What?" Vinny said. It was filtering into his awareness that he had just pushed all his chips into the pot. That meant--hold on, it was coming--that meant that he didn't have any left. And that meant he would have to take off all his clothes. And--
Allen was shrugging. "Look, if you guys don't feel like..."
If Jinx had spoken against it, things might have happened very differently. They all looked at the fox, whose ears flicked as he glanced around. "I've blown myself," he said calmly. "Sure, why not. No swallowing, though."
"Eww." Drew stuck his tongue out. "Like I wanna come in one of your filthy muzzles."
"Hang on," Vinny said. If he had to take off all his clothes, he would be the loser. And--
"I'll call," Allen said.
--that would mean that he would have to--
"Wait," Vinny said. "Hang on. I..."
"Show your cards," Drew said. He was leaning over the table now, eyes reflecting the ceiling light. Jinx sat back calmly, but Vinny could hear the swishing of his tail. Allen was just looking at him with that slight head tilt and broad smile that he always got when he was drunk.
Okay, it'd be okay, Vinny thought. He set his cards down. "Flush."
"Oh, man." Allen threw his cards in. "Two pair."
Well, good. A flush definitely beat two pair. Vinny exhaled and started to pull the chips in.
"Oh, hold on here," Drew said, resting one paw on the skunk's wrist. "Where's your f-flush?"
Vinny pointed at the cards, which seemed to waver in front of him. "Three h-hearts on the table, two in my hand."
"This is a diamond," Drew said, sliding Vinny's cards apart.
They all stared at it, the damn ace of diamonds, mocking him. He'd been so sure it was a heart! How had he made that mistake?
"So Allen takes the pot," Drew said, "and you take little Drew."
Vinny kept staring at the cards, trying to process what had just happened. How could he have missed that? It was so clear to him now, the huge heart in the center of the card. No, wait. It was a... He rubbed his eyes. "Are you sure it's a diamond?"
Drew leaned back, his pants unfastened. "I m-might be drunk, but I ain't b-blind."
"'Little Drew'?" Jinx said faintly, a smile playing across his muzzle.
Allen leaned back too, arms folded across his chest. "Come on, let's see some skunk action."
Drew already had one paw in his pants and Allen's eyes were glinting eagerly. Whenever they'd talked about sex in the past, Allen was always just circumspect enough that Vinny thought he might be gay. And come to think of it, had it been his idea to bet the blow jobs? No, it had definitely been Drew, and he was straight as a line. If pretty drunk at the moment.
Vinny looked around the table. Jinx was the least drunk and most rational of them right at the moment, so he directed his appeal at the fox. "Guys, really, I mean..."
Jinx glanced from the ringtail to the weasel before looking back at Vinny. "Oh, all right. If you don't want to blow us, you don't have to. But you do have to take your clothes off."
"Sure." Vinny slid his pants down quicker than he normally would, relieved that he was getting away with it. Being naked was no big deal; after all, they hung out half-naked most of the time when it got late, and they'd played strip poker a couple times in the past, in the little lounge Jinx shared with three roommates who did go home on weekends. His fur was fluffy enough that it didn't really show much beyond the outline of his sheath, and his sac if he stood up, which he had to to get his pants off. He spread his arms, swaying from side to side. "T-ta da." The air felt kinda good on his fur. "You guys gonna keep playing?"
Drew hadn't moved to fasten his pants. He shrugged. "I'm kinda tired."
"Me too," Allen said.
Vinny sat back down, wondering if he should put his pants back on. The others looked about ready to pack it in for the night. But they'd seemed so up before he'd lost. It was probably his fault for going back on his word. After all, what was a little blow job? It wasn't like they were going to come in his mouth or anything. They probably thought he was a wuss.
Allen stood up. "Well, I guess that's it, then." Was his tone accusatory? He wasn't looking at Vinny.
Drew moved to fasten his pants. Panicked, Vinny realized he only had one moment to regain their esteem. He almost fell forward, landing on his knees beside Drew's chair and pulling his paws away from his pants. "Okay," he said, "hang on, I mean, we did make the bet," and before anyone could say anything, before he could talk himself out of it, he plunged his muzzle down onto Drew's sheath.
He got mostly fur, a musky mouthful of it, and a startled, "hey!" It wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. He just closed his eyes and licked, and pretty soon li'l Drew was there in his muzzle. If he didn't think about it, he could almost pretend he was licking himself, and anyway there was something cute about the way the weasel's body squirmed as he licked. His tongue was too numb to taste anything really.
He kind of lost track of time, but when he pulled his head away, Drew didn't object. Vinny got to his feet, aware that he was partly out of his own sheath, not caring too much. He stumbled around the table and took a gulp of beer, then another. The others kept quiet, watching him as he dropped to his knees again in front of Allen. The whole thing had the feel of some kind of ritual.
The ringtail smelled much better, whether from natural musk (or lack thereof) or scented powders he couldn't tell, and his fur was trimmed neatly. Vinny didn't really care at this point as he took the long shaft into his muzzle and licked at it. Allen just tensed up, didn't squirm like Drew had, but Drew didn't keep as quiet as the others had either. "Oh, man," he said, "You don't stink at that. You're better than Sheila."
None of them responded, though Vinny found himself oddly distracted by the thought of Sheila, a cute skunk who'd been in one of their classes together months ago. He'd dated her once, gotten to second base. Drew claimed to have gotten all the way. Thinking about her while he sucked on Allen was hotter than he would have thought possible, so that before long, he was really getting into the fantasy, muzzle slurping enthusiastically at Allen while his own cock dangled hard between his legs.
"Whoa, sailor," Allen put a paw on his shoulder, gasping. Vinny realized that the scent of his musk was a lot stronger now, and a musky taste was working its way past his liquor-numb tongue. The skunk sat back and reached up to the table, finishing off his beer, letting the lukewarm malt wipe away the musk as much as it could.
Jinx was grinning at Allen, and didn't notice Vinny looking at him right away. His ears flicked when he did, one paw moving to his briefs. Vinny saw the pink length lying against his white fur. "Might as well," Jinx said. "These guys sure seemed to enjoy it."
Drew was continuing with his paw what Vinny had started, but lazily. "Ooh, yeah," he said as Vinny stood, braced himself on the table, and walked around to kneel in front of the fox. Allen, he noticed, had done up his pants and was looking towards Jinx and Drew with a slightly unfocused look. There was no way he could block both Drew and Allen's views, as Jinx was right between them, so he chose to kneel between Allen and the fox, taking the long, warm shaft into his paw and guided it to his lips. I'm getting to be experienced at this, his brain thought fuzzily. His tongue was numb again; he could barely feel the smooth warmth of Jinx's shaft as he licked up it, although the strong vulpine musk came through his nostrils just fine. Jinx was bigger than the other two, but still fit comfortably in Vinny's muzzle.
He bobbed up and down mechanically, lips sliding over the long shaft as his paw held it steady. The same tricks he used on himself apparently worked on others, and in fact it was easier because he wasn't bent double and gasping for air half the time. He thought again about Sheila, her curves and her scent, which was similar enough to Jinx's sharp musk that he could imagine the long shaft in his muzzle was hers (to his beer-addled brain, that made sense). He slid his lips up and down, working his paw against the hardness as well, and as the musk grew stronger and stronger, he got hard again too.
Jinx moaned, a decidedly un-Sheila-like sound, and pushed Vinny away. The skunk's paw stayed wrapped around the fox's cock, jerking up and down as it slipped out of his muzzle. In the moment it took Vinny to reorient himself, Jinx was arching his hips out of the chair, his black paw covering Vinny's and pumping hard, and then spurts of white shot out over his belly and both their paws, flowing warm and sticky over their fingers.
Nonplused, Vinny left his paw there until Jinx uncurled his own fingers. Then it dawned on him that not only was he holding his friend's cock, but his fingers were also wrapped around his balls. He pulled his dripping paw back and held it awkwardly in the air, staring up at Jinx.
The fox's eyes had been shut. Now they cracked open, looking first at Vinny, then to one side and the other, at Drew and Allen.
The weasel was gaping. "Whoa," he said.
Allen was trying not to giggle. "Oh, that'd be funny if it wasn't so hot. No, wait. It'd be hot if it wasn't so funny. Something like that." His ears flicked and his long ringed tail twitched.
"Uh," Vinny said, looking up at Jinx. "Sorry."
Jinx let a smile grow slowly along his muzzle. "Maybe a couple napkins?"
"Yeah, uh..." He stood up, his eyes gliding along the empty pizza boxes to the stack of napkins beside it. He grabbed at them with the sticky paw, cursed, and started cleaning his paw off. The musky odor was making him feel a little nauseous. Allen got up and handed Jinx some of the napkins, but Vinny didn't watch his friend clean off his cock. He wiped at his paw, getting most of the stuff off it, but now the smell of pizza was mingling with the smell of stale beer and jizz. He threw the sticky napkins onto the pizza box and braced himself on the table.
"Smell bothering you?" Drew said, eyes bright. He'd stopped jerking himself off, though his slender shaft still lay there in his lap, full and hard.
"I, uh, better go wash this off," Vinny said, and lurched toward the door..
"Hey," Allen called after him, "put some pants on!" Vinny ignored the ringtail, staggering through the door and beyond it to the bathroom. He barely made it to the stall before the pizza and beer and schnapps all came back up, splashing over the toilet and onto the floor. On his knees, he was able to direct the next wave better, as the sour stench overwhelmed him.
By the time the convulsions had settled, and he managed to flush the toilet, the warm haze of drunkenness had given way to a slowly spinning discomfort and an overall ache from his head down to his knees. Slumped against the cold metal of the stall, he held up his paw and looked at the dried jizz on it, now patched with spots of vomit. Really should wash that off. It was just a question of getting up, which he wasn't really up for.
"Vinny?"
He closed his eyes at the ringtail's voice, amplified and somehow sharper. Despite his most determined efforts, neither of them magically disappeared.
"Phew." Allen appeared at the door of the stall. "Hey, you okay? Need a p-paw?"
Vinny lifted his clean paw, waving Allen away, and shook his head. The ringtail held out a wadded cloth. "Here. Take your boxers, at least."
"Thanks," Vinny whispered, grabbing the boxers and holding them over his nose. They smelled strong, but at least they smelled like him, and that helped settle his stomach further. Didn't get rid of the headache, but it gave him the confidence to struggle to his feet, and when he did, he found that helped the pain in his knees.
"Want a paw?" Allen offered.
"The floor's hard," Vinny said, looking down.
"Sure is." Allen slipped into the stall and pulled Vinny's clean paw over his shoulders. "C-come on, let's clean you up and get you to bed."
Bed sounded really good. He couldn't keep his paw under the cold water for more than a few seconds at a time, but eventually it was soaked and Allen helped him get some soap on it. He rinsed it off and looked at himself in the mirror. Pale yellow spots of vomit had dried in the fur down his shoulder and chest. He lifted a paw to try to rub them away.
"Hang on." Allen left his side for a moment, and returned with a paper towel, which he wetted in the sink and then rubbed down black and white fur. Vinny closed his eyes, letting the ringtail's gentle touch take care of it. "There. That looks better. S-still smell like s-shit, but not like vomit." His paw kept rubbing, further down Vinny's stomach.
Vinny opened his eyes and looked up at the tall ringtail. Allen half-smiled. "Hey," he said, "doesn't seem fair that you had to blow everyone. If you want, I'll blow you for a bit."
Suddenly, Allen's offer to put him to bed sounded more sinister. That was why the ringtail had come in here. "No," Vinny said, "no, no, I, I just wanna get to bed." He yanked his boxers up over his thighs and stumbled away. "Thanks for the help," he mumbled, raising a paw and wandering out into the hallway.
At least he made it to his own room, if not quite to the bed. He woke in the morning with sunlight stabbing him in the eyes even when they were closed, lying on the hard, cold carpet next to his bed. "Fuck," he said, bringing an arm up to shield his eyes.
A high-pitched, cheery, "Morning!" pierced his ears. Great. Kingston was home. "You want some of my hangover remedy?"
"No."
"Didn't it help you that one time?"
"No."
There was a pause. He imagined the grey fox's ears flicking back and forth. "You said it did."
"Kingston. Just leave me alone."
"Okay." The upper bunk creaked. The silence lasted for all of fifteen seconds. There was another creak. "Why do you have your boxers on backwards?"
"Stop fucking looking at my crotch!" Vinny squeezed his eyes shut at the echoes of his own voice. "Ow ow ow."
"Sorry." The grey fox's voice was muted. "Couldn't help, I mean, Scooby's tail is showing and..." The upper bunk creaked again.
Vinny groaned.
He heard Kingston climb gingerly down, smelled him coming back wet from the showers, and heard him dress and leave. Only then did he get to his feet and risk opening his eyes. The sun wasn't as bright as he'd feared. By that time, his headache had abated enough that he felt up to a shower.
The hot water cleared his head and soothed his headache still further. He pulled on clothes over his damp fur, feeling almost back to normal, and remembered that most of his clothes from last night were still over at Jinx's. When he walked by the fox's door, though, he heard voices inside, and laughter, and decided he wasn't ready to walk in and ask Jinx for his clothes in front of people he didn't know. They might misconstrue it. He scratched at the clean fur on his paw and decided to listen to his stomach and go get something to eat.
Allen called while Vinny was studying and left a message on his machine. "Hey, Vinny," he said, "hope you're feeling okay after last night. Give me a call if you want to do something." Vinny glanced at the machine and then went back to his Economics text.
Around dinnertime, he finally caught Jinx alone in his room, sitting with his feet propped up on his desk, reading a novel. "C'mon in," Jinx said before Vinny could even knock. "Got your clothes right there."
Vinny walked in and picked up the neatly folded pile. "Thanks," he said. "That for your English class?"
"Yep." Jinx flipped the book around so Vinny could see the cover: "The Scarlet Letter."
"Oh, I read that in high school."
"Me too. Got to read it again, though. Early America, sex and guilt, whee-hoo." The fox flipped the book around and kept reading.
Vinny looked at the other bunk. "Terry still gone, huh?"
"Yeah. He won't be back 'til about ten."
The skunk nodded, and then said, "You hungry?"
They grabbed sandwiches at the deli on the corner, tuna salad for Vinny and chicken breast for Jinx. On the way back, the conversation turned to Jinx's roommate's absence. "Pretty cool for you," Vinny said. "I wouldn't mind having a single every weekend."
"I wouldn't mind having a hot girlfriend to go visit every weekend. You seen her picture?" Vinny shook his head. Jinx put down his soda on his desk and opened the top drawer of the other desk, pulling out a small picture in a frame. "Here, check this out."
Vinny stared at the small picture of a young, perky bobcat smiling at the camera. "Holy shit," he said. "She's fucking hot. Why's he keep it in a drawer?"
Jinx took the picture back and replaced it. "Because she's fucking hot." He grinned. "Terry's funny about her that way. He didn't even tell me her name until a month ago. He'd probably kill me if he knew I was showing you the picture."
Vinny gulped his lemon-lime and burped, muted, not like the raucous ones Drew could produce. He sat on Terry's bed, set up across the small room rather than bunked, and looked across at the fox. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
Jinx leaned back on his own bed, tail stretched out to his right. "Why don't you? And you better not sit there. The smell, you know."
"Oh, right. Sorry." Vinny got up and glanced at the desk chair, then moved toward Jinx's bed. "Okay here?"
Jinx waved his paw in assent. Vinny plopped down at the other end of the bed, his tail just brushing the fox's. "You know why I don't. There just aren't that many girls who can get over the smell."
"Skunks."
Vinny grinned back at the fox. "Yeah, and foxes and badgers. And birds, but beaks don't do it for me. But you, you don't have that problem."
"Shoot, I don't know," Jinx said. "Just waiting for the right girl. I had a couple one-night stands, but I usually don't wanna see them again the next day. I don't like doing...I don't like the person I am when I do that. You know?"
"Yeah." Vinny smiled, and the smell of the fox's jizz came back to him. He gulped his soda again, shifting his legs around the tingling in his crotch. "So might've been a good thing Gilly took off last night, huh?"
"I couldn't believe Drew," Jinx said. "We oughta keep an eye on how much he drinks. He shouldn't be allowed to talk to women after three beers."
"Oh, I'd give him four," Vinny said. "But only two shots."
"Sounds fair." The fox finished his soda and tossed the empty cup at the wastebasket. It sailed in and clattered at the bottom.
Vinny sipped, trying to kill the memory of the smell. "Did Allen say anything? When he left last night?"
Jinx shook his head. "Don't really remember. Just grabbed your boxers and said he was gonna see if you were okay. Why?"
"Oh." He'd opened the door now. He couldn't really not say anything. "He was nice, he came to help me..."
Now the fox's ears were perked. "But?"
Vinny shrugged. "Is he gay, do you know?"
Jinx's golden eyes searched his. "Did he hit on you?"
"Not really. Kinda. I mean..." The memory was blurring now. "I might've taken it wrong. I wasn't in great shape."
Jinx chuckled. Vinny felt the flick of his tailtip. "I guess we shouldn't have made you go through with it. We were all pretty wasted, though. No harm done?"
"No, no. I, uh..." He looked down at his paw, feeling the warm stickiness on it again. His tongue rolled around in his muzzle as though searching for something. "I don't really remember it anyway."
"Pity." Vinny caught the fox's grin. "But yeah, I think Allen's gay. Probably just was too much for him to take."
"He probably hoped we'd all, like, start some big orgy or something."
They both laughed. "I'm surprised he didn't cream just watching you," Jinx said.
"I tried to block his view," Vinny confessed, and they laughed again.
"So," Jinx said, "you remember a little."
Vinny felt his ears flush. He ducked his muzzle. "Well..."
"Look, I don't think you're gay," Jinx said.
"It's not a big deal."
"We were giving you a hard time. But you know, if any of us had lost it would've been the same. Anyway, everyone experiments."
Vinny looked up again. "Have you?"
Jinx flicked his ears, though his smile remained fixed. "I plead the fifth."
"Sorry." Vinny ducked his head to his soda and gulped down the last of it. He tossed the can at the wastebasket and missed, hitting the edge of the can, the wall, and Terry's bed. "Dang it." He got up and padded over to pick up the cup and drop it in.
"Don't be sorry," Jinx said. "I was just saying there's nothing wrong with it."
"What, being gay, or..." Vinny turned around, standing in front of the fox and looking down at the slender muzzle, the sparkling golden eyes, and the long russet tail.
Jinx grinned up at him. "Either."
Vinny felt his heart accelerate. He sat down, closer to Jinx, their knees inches apart. "Really?"
Of course, at that moment two sharp raps came at the door. "Hey, fox," a deep voice called. "Pong!"
"I'll meet you down there in a few," Jinx called, looking at the skunk.
"Sweet." Vinny heard the shuffle of feet, and recognized the bulk, if not the voice.
"Geoff?"
"Yeah, he and I play ping pong doubles. Just practice tonight, no ladder games." The fox leaned back against his pillows, eyes still fixed on Vinny.
The skunk fidgeted, his paws unoccupied now. "So, you going to head down?"
"In a few." Jinx looked as though he were in the audience at a comedy club, waiting for the main act.
"What's so funny?"
Jinx shook his head. "Nothing."
"Come on, what?" Vinny's fidgeting paws sought out his shirt, loosened the collar.
The fox waved a paw, his eyes glinting. "I was just imagining Geoff playing strip poker with us."
Vinny laughed. "I think I'd let him win. Every hand."
"Don't be mean."
"You were laughing too!"
Jinx chuckled. "Okay, you're right. I probably would too."
"You're way better-looking," Vinny said. Shit, did he really just say that? His cheeks flushed. Maybe Jinx would just let it go. He stared at Terry's desk and thought about the picture of his girlfriend, hidden in the drawer. She was fucking hot.
"You too," Jinx said, as naturally as anything. Vinny felt the fox's paw on his knee. "And you suck real nice, like a girl."
"Shut up." Vinny batted the fox's paw away, but turned to look at him and saw humor in his expression and, what's more, a telltale ridge showing against the front of his khakis. Jinx saw him notice, his expression unchanging.
You want to. Just do it, or you never will. Vinny reached over the fox's thigh and put his paw on the ridge, feeling the warmth and hardness underneath. "Terry's not back 'til ten?"
Jinx's eyes drifted half-shut. "At least."
Vinny fumbled with the snaps and zippers, finally pulling the fox's long shaft out into the light. He ran his fingers up and down the hard curve to the tip and back down, where he could feel the beginnings of a larger swelling at the base. The shape was warm in his fingers, the musk rich in his nose. He leaned over and let his lips part around the tip, sliding the whole length into his muzzle and holding it there.
Dammit. He breathed out through his nose. He didn't want to like this, but there was no denying that he did. His own cock was hard, all the way out of his sheath, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. He gulped, letting his saliva warm and slicken the fox's member to make it easier to slide his lips up and down it. He thought about Terry's girlfriend again, but couldn't deny that it was the fox that was arousing him, the hardness in his muzzle filling it with the essence of Jinx, the low, intermittent moans Jinx was making as Vinny bobbed up and down on him.
He grasped the base of the shaft and felt the slow swelling of the fox's knot, holding it still as it tugged against him. Jinx's hips jerked up and fell back against the bed, while his tail swung back and forth, wrapping around Vinny's chest and then thwapping against the wall, lashing with each heaving breath.
"Unhhh," Jinx said, his muscles tensing under Vinny. The skunk felt the taut skin of the fox's knot under his paw and squeezed, pumping up and down until the fox's whines became more insistent. He pulled his muzzle back, catching the taste of fox on his tongue and stroking with his paw. A moment later, Jinx gripped the bed and threw his head back, moaning a throaty, "Uh uh uh!" His hips shuddered, muscles bunched and hard, and for the second time in as many days, his jizz spurted across Vinny's paw.
"Oh, man," Jinx said a few moments later. Vinny had found the tissues and was holding a pawful out after wiping his sticky paw down. "Thanks."
The fox took the tissues and wiped gingerly up and down his erect member, wincing and giggling ticklishly. "Thanks," he said, and pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping up and walking over to the trashcan. He fished out one of the soda cups and stuffed the tissues into it. "Can't leave those around here."
Vinny dropped his into the cup when Jinx held it out for him. His warm paw felt weird. Not bad, just strange. "It's funny," he said. "When I got drunk on amaretto and threw up, I couldn't stand it for months. When I got your...stuff on my paw last night, I threw up. But it didn't affect me tonight."
"Foxes are special," Jinx said with a grin. He set the soda cup on the desk and glanced at the clock. "Come on, sit down."
Vinny grinned, leaning back as he sat on the fox's bed. He'd been half-worried that Jinx would just head down to play ping pong when it was over.
"Nice," Jinx said when he'd undone Vinny's pants and tugged the skunk's erection out into the open. He didn't lower his muzzle to it, but grabbed some lotion from under his bed and squirted it onto his paw. "I use this. It's nice, you'll like it."
"I use Palmolive," Vinny said, then gasped, his stomach muscles tightening at the fox's touch. "Ooh, this is good too."
"Told ya." Jinx slid his paw up and down, quickly, coating Vinny's cock in slickness and squeezing as he pumped.
Vinny closed his eyes, letting his head tilt back on his shoulders. Jinx's paw moved in a strong, even rhythm, not hitting all the spots Vinny liked when he jerked himself off, but it was definitely enough to get him off, no question. The scent of male fox still surrounded him, strongly enough that he gave up any attempt to think about Terry's girlfriend, or Sheila, and just let himself ride along with the sensations, building up faster now.
It had been a long time since someone else had jerked him off. He'd slept with a couple girls, but they'd barely handled him long enough to get him inside them. The feeling of someone else's paw was strange and good, making his fingers dig into the bed as though they could feel him against their pads. They clutched the sheets, bracing him when his hips bucked upwards. "Ooh," he squeaked, and gaped his mouth wide, trying not to make any noise. "Uhh..."
The moment came like they always did, his body shuddering and exploding in sensation, but with the feeling this time of hanging in mid-air, because it was someone else's paws on him. He smelled his own musk and heard his high-pitched moans, clapping a paw to his muzzle to stifle them.
The fox's paw let him go. When he opened his eyes, Jinx was holding out a pawful of tissues, grinning.
They washed up together in the bathroom. Jinx took the soda cup full of sticky tissues with him. "I'll drop this in the dumpster on my way to pong," he said. "See ya for lunch tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Vinny couldn't keep from smiling despite his tired jaw. He dried his paws on a paper towel. "Hey...that was okay, right?"
Jinx nodded, his tail flicking as he left the bathroom. "Yeah," he said. "It was good."
For the next month, Vinny met Jinx for what they started to call "study sessions." "Studying for abnormal psych class next quarter," Jinx laughed once, cleaning Vinny's jizz off his paw. Vinny chuckled even though the 'abnormal' label made the fur on his neck tingle and rise. Fortunately, Jinx never repeated the joke.
For the three-day Easter weekend, Vinny told his parents he had too much schoolwork to come home, after ascertaining that Jinx was not going to fly home. Drew and Allen, who lived two hours apart in the same state, had decided to do a road trip with a ferret from Drew's biology class, and had promised to bring back recordings of the belching contests, if not video. "I wish we could record the smells," Drew said, to which Jinx replied, "Thank God there are limits to technology."
Kingston was also staying, much to Vinny's annoyance. The grey fox cheerfully told Vinny that he didn't celebrate Easter, that if he tried to come home for it, his parents would just yell at him for observing a Christian holiday, so he was just going to stick around and study and did Vinny want to go catch a movie Thursday night? He did, but he wanted to catch it with Jinx, because he wanted to try going down on the fox in a theater, like in one of his favorite songs.
"Sure," Jinx said casually when Vinny asked about a movie. They went out to see some action film in which muscular coyote Rex Whitecastle played a restaurant owner out to get revenge on the red elk mob that had burned his restaurant down. Normally, Vinny enjoyed the creative ways Rex found to slaughter his evil enemies, but this time he spent most of the hundred minutes of the movie working up the courage to put his paw in Jinx's lap. When he finally did, the fox didn't react at all. Vinny felt so exposed, his elbow bent awkwardly over the armrest, that a moment later he used the cover of an explosion to pull his paw back. "Their whole plan seems to have blown up in their faces," Rex Whitecastle said.
They met Kingston and a couple other friends for ice cream afterwards. The grey fox told the whole table about some amazing movie he'd seen, something about fairy tales and monsters, which was annoying, but at least prevented Vinny from having to talk about his movie, which he frankly didn't think he could've done much of. They walked back to the dorm together, where Jinx pulled Vinny into his room, waving Kingston on. "I promised Vinny I'd help him with some of his homework. Might as well get it out of the way now."
"Oh yeah," Kingston said, "I should get mine taken care of too. Want me to come over and--"
Jinx closed the door, flicking the lock on it. "So," he said, "getting a little experimental?"
Vinny laid his ears down and fidgeted with his paws, tapping the claws against each other. "It was dark," he said.
Jinx walked over to his bedside lamp and flicked it off. "It's dark now."
Vinny could see him perfectly well; unlike the darkness of the theater, there was no bright screen in this room to flood his night vision. He watched the fox unfasten his pants, drop them, and sit back on the bed. His eyes shone yellow at the skunk out of the shadows, his erection a dark line against his white shirt and sheath fur.
Vinny dropped to his knees in front of the fox, leaning forward to take the hard foxhood between his lips with a practiced ease he never even thought twice about now. His tongue lapped at the familiar shape, licking up the drops of musk, and then he pulled the length further along his tongue, sliding it along the back of his muzzle until he felt about ready to gag. If he kept pushing it back, would he actually vomit? He didn't really want to try.
His paw fit naturally around the fox's knot. He pumped, feeling the tension in the body below, listening for the telltale moans that would warn him when Jinx was close. The knot grew firm and large under his fingers, Jinx's erection getting hotter and stiffer against his tongue with every lick and stroke of his lips, but the fox remained quiet. Maybe he was still distracted from the movie, Vinny thought, pumping more with his fingers. Usually, when the knot got this big and hard, Jinx was--
"Mmf!" The moan, the shudder, the arched back came with no other warning. The shivers in the fox's shaft came with a rush of warm musk into Vinny's mouth.
"Pfaugh!" He jerked his mouth back, watching the fluid spurts running down the long red shaft and over his black-furred fingers. In the dim light, it seemed to glow white. "Oh, jeez."
"Don't I taste good?" Jinx said, panting.
The taste was all over his muzzle. He couldn't get rid of it. "Oh, jeez," he said again, and something dribbled down his chin.
"Grab me a few tissues, would you?" Jinx indicated the box on his desk.
Vinny stared at him. Slowly, he reached over to the desk and pulled out a handful of tissues. He held them out to the fox, keeping one to wipe off his chin.
"Thanks." Jinx wrapped them around his shaft, cleaning up. His eyeshine disappeared as he looked down.
Vinny didn't dare open his mouth again. He walked to the door and flicked the lock open, then walked out into the hallway, ignoring Jinx's "Hey" behind him.
Fortunately, the hall and bathroom was deserted. He spit into the sink while he washed his paw clean, then filled his mouth with water, swished, and spit again. Mouthwash was what he needed, but if he went back to his room now, Kingston would ask what he was doing, why he needed mouthwash, and whatever other stupid question he could think of. He lowered his muzzle to the sink and cupped his paws to catch another mouthful, rinsed, and spit.
The sight of his worried expression in the mirror took him aback. Jinx didn't want to hurt him; he was just playing, wasn't he? That was good, it was a sign of closeness that he felt comfortable playing that kind of joke. The Vinny in the mirror looked unconvinced. "Look," Vinny told him. "you were surprised, that's all. Don't blow it out of proportion."
The Vinny in the mirror nodded, and seemed to approve when Vinny turned to head back to the fox's room.
"Hey," Jinx said when he walked in. "Sorry."
"You just surprised me, is all." Vinny wiped his muzzle, still damp.
Jinx flicked his ears. "I thought it'd be, y'know, experimental. I had a squirrel go down on me once, and she swallowed. She liked it. She said she could taste me all night."
His golden eyes shone. Vinny felt the anger melt away. "Just...y'know, warn me next time."
"Sure." Jinx's teeth shone in the dim room. "Your turn?"
The next morning, Vinny tried to find Jinx to go to breakfast, but the fox wasn't in his room at nine. Vinny ended up going with Kingston and listening to his chatter with one ear. When they got back, Jinx's door was open and the fox was in his suite with a marmot, the two of them watching some videos on what must have been the marmot's laptop, and cracking up. Vinny waited until Kingston had gone on ahead and then poked his head inside, catching Jinx's eye. "Hey, I thought we could grab lunch later?"
"Sure," Jinx said. "Mind if Ramon comes along?"
"Ooh, me too!" chirped Kingston, poking his head back around the corner. Vinny had forgotten about his vulpine hearing.
Vinny's tail sagged only a little. "Sure," he forced out. And so all four of them went to lunch, went to another movie, and were joined by yet another friend of Jinx's for dinner. All day, Vinny tried to catch the fox's eye, to let him know that he wanted to be alone with him, but either Jinx was avoiding him or was oblivious.
Even that night, when they ended up going through a case of beer during a poker game (and that was mostly without Kingston's help; the grey sat and nursed his first beer all night), Jinx never tried to kick the other guys out, or ask Vinny if he wanted to spend some time studying. Vinny went to bed wondering if he'd done something wrong, talking himself into believing that Saturday would be different. But come Saturday night, he was in bed thinking the same thoughts, this time trying to convince himself that Sunday would have to be different, it was the last day of their vacation.
Sunday morning, he caught Jinx on his way back from the shower. "Hey," he said, looking at the towel and trying not to imagine the curve of the fox's sheath behind it.
Jinx gave him a bright smile. "Hey, Vinny."
"Look, I was wondering, uh, if you wanted to grab some lunch?"
"It's nine in the morning." The fox flicked his ears playfully.
Vinny grinned. "Well, I was just gonna have an energy bar for breakfast."
"Sure. Come by and grab me when you're on your way out."
Finally! He bounced into the shower and even hummed a few notes to himself. It occurred to him that in spending most of Friday and Saturday trying to get Jinx alone, he'd neglected most of his homework, but he'd take care of that after lunch, maybe even get the fox to help him. In fact, maybe he'd even try to get some of it done before lunch.
He tried, but it was hard to concentrate, even with Kingston gone to the library, because his sheath kept tingling. He shifted back and forth, but realized he was reading the same calc problem over and over without thinking about how to solve it, so instead he watched the clock inch past ten-thirty to eleven, and then eleven-thirty, when he judged that it was late enough to be a reasonable lunch hour. He straightened his shirt, closed the calc book, and trotted down to Jinx's room.
The sound of multiple voices slowed his steps. Jinx, laughing, and was that Ramon again? Maybe. And one or two others. Vinny paused, lifting his nose to sort out their scents. Maybe he should wait. Maybe Jinx was going to get rid of them before lunch.
But then it was too late. "Hey, Vinny!" Jinx called. "Come on in!"
He came in, and there was Ramon, and an arctic fox he didn't recognize, and Jinx, all clustered around Ramon's laptop again. "Come check out this video," Jinx said. "It's hysterical."
Vinny walked around without a word and watched as Ramon cued up some video someone had taken of a pair of ferrets playing increasingly elaborate pranks on each other, one of which ended up with the taller ferret kissing a female wolf who turned out to be a male. They hooted at that one, but all Vinny said was, "It looks staged," and then, to Jinx, "I just came by to say I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna skip lunch."
"Okay." Jinx's eyes lingered briefly on him before being drawn back to the video. "I'll catch ya later."
It turned out calc was no easier when he had nothing to wait for. The clock ticked around to one, two, and three, and when Kingston bounced back in to tell Vinny that the deli was having a special on ham sandwiches 'til four and they were awesome and he'd better hurry if he wanted to get one, he just nodded and said "thanks" and bent back over his book.
By five, his stomach was growling and he'd done all of two homework problems. He took a break from calc to grab a couple energy bars at the commissary, and settled down to try his Econ homework. That was tough; it was the chapter he and Jinx had been working on, so it was impossible for him to look at it without thinking of the fox, the smell of his fur, the warm curl of his tail, and the feel of that long hardness sliding through his lips...
He shoved the book away from him onto the floor. What the hell?!
Kingston, of course, opened the door just at that moment. "Hey," he said, "if you're having trouble with Econ, why don't you go study with Jinx? He's got a couple people from Econ class over studying right now, I think."
"Fuck you and fuck him!" Vinny yelled, and threw his notebook across the room. Fortunately, his aim was terrible, because Kingston didn't even try to dodge, just watched as the notebook sailed fluttering through the air and dropped to the floor.
"Okay," he said, and backed out, closing the door behind him.
Vinny felt terrible, but also good, in a way. Kingston had nothing to do with his problems, but the little fox was so annoying, it was a pleasure to lash out at him. He sighed and dropped his head to his desk, folding his arms over top of it.
The door opened slowly some time later. Vinny knew he'd have to apologize to Kingston, and he was starting to feel bad about lashing out at the fox. He breathed in fox scent and started to say, "Look, I'm sorry," before he realized that the scent was of a different fox.
The door closed.
"What's going on?" Jinx said, staying by the door.
The sight of the fox made Vinny's tail perk up and his heart sink all at once. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"Okay, I know Kingston can be a pain, but lay off him." He eyed the notebook on the floor. "You really threw that at him?"
"Yeah."
"So what's up?"
Vinny wanted the fox to come closer, and wanted him to go away. "Nothing."
He felt Jinx's eyes on him. He was sure the fox could hear his heart, hammering away in his chest. Finally, Jinx said, "Okay. Drew and Allen are back. Want to go to dinner?"
Vinny just shook his head. He didn't think he could take Drew's cheerfulness, the veneer of normality he would have to maintain in that group. Not to mention worrying that Allen would know he was dreaming about some other guy's cock. He didn't know how gaydar worked, but he was pretty sure that would trip it if anything did.
"Well," Jinx lowered his voice, "maybe we can study together after?"
Now Vinny raised his head to look at the fox. "That's what you want, huh?"
Jinx tilted his muzzle, his ears canting back. "Isn't it what you want, too?"
"Not just that," Vinny said.
"Apparently you don't want to come to dinner."
"It's not that. I just wanted, y'know, to spend some..."
Jinx folded his arms. Vinny forged on. "Some, y'know, I thought, maybe we could hang out some."
"But not at dinner." The fox's tail flicked once, twice.
"Yeah, I liked going to the movie with you Thursday, and just, when there's other people around it feels different." It felt like there was some script he was supposed to be reading from, only he'd forgotten the lines and was attempting to improvise, with disastrous results.
"Okay, so I said we could study together after dinner and you said no."
Vinny's eyes dropped to the fox's jeans, how tightly they fit his hips and legs. "I mean, I want to do that, but I thought...I really liked getting to know you, and..." There it was, out in the open.
"Hey," Jinx said, "I like our 'study sessions,' and all, but you sound like a girl. I thought it was just, you know, friends having fun." He'd curled his tail around in front of him and now turned slightly towards the door.
"Forget it," Vinny said. He rested both elbows on his desk and his head in his paws.
"Look...if you want a boyfriend, that's not my deal." Vinny didn't say anything. Jinx cleared his throat. "So, uh, I'm gonna head to dinner with the guys."
When Vinny remained silent, Jinx just slipped out the door, closing it carefully behind him. The light from the window was already fading; it was gone by the time the door opened again.
"Vinny?" He smelled grey fox, heard claw clicks and the gentle closing of the door. "You done throwing things? Cause I need to get my wallet to grab something to eat. It's just over on the desk and I'll be out of your way."
His stomach growled, loudly, at the mention of food. "Hey, Kingston," he said, lifting his head. "I'll come with you."
The fox's eyes shone in the dim light. Vinny could see the shadows of his ears, laid back. "I mean," he said, "can I come with you? I'm sorry about throwing the book."
"Yeah, sure." Kingston's ears came up again, and by the time they were sitting down in a corner of the pizza place across the street from the dorm, he was chattering away as happily as ever about some problem he'd solved in his linear algebra class.
To Vinny's surprise, the chatter didn't annoy him. He didn't quite listen, but it was nice to have the presumed friendship and interest on Kingston's part, to realize that that relationship wasn't fractured yet. "Hey," he said when the fox paused to take a bite of pizza, "you're not seeing anyone, are you?"
The fox shook his head. "I don't have time for a girlfriend," he said. "Not with my double load of engineering and math. Anyway, you'd know." He grinned.
Would he? Vinny wasn't sure. He wanted to ask another question, but Kingston jumped in while he was taking a breath. "I know you're not, 'cause you spend all your time with Jinx and them. Unless you're still seeing Sheila, but I think you just had that one date. I haven't smelled her around in a while."
"You can tell the difference between our scents?"
"Well, sure, you're different people, aren't you?"
Vinny tilted his muzzle. "Yeah, but we're skunks. I mean, everybody always gets us confused."
Kingston tapped his nose. "Everybody isn't a fox. But you also have to really concentrate on the scents to get to know them. The reason most people don't do that with skunks is the species scent is so strong that they don't want to breathe it in long enough to catch the personal scents. That's cool for you in a way, people just smell "skunk" and don't go any deeper, but sure, you can tell skunks apart. My best friend in high school went out with a skunk for a while and he got in big trouble once because he thought she was answering the door, but it was really her mom." He giggled. "I tried to teach him how to tell 'em apart but he just broke up with her instead."
He paused to finish his pizza, while Vinny tried to think of something to say. Before he came up with anything, Kingston chewed, swallowed, and said, "That's what's bothering you?"
"Huh?"
"That you're not seeing anyone? It doesn't bug me, but I know sometimes people get all bent out of shape over it." The fox grabbed another slice, his eyes bright, fixed on Vinny. "Is Jinx seeing someone, and that bugs you?"
"Heh." The laugh slipped out before Vinny could help it. "Kind of."
"I thought so!" The fox's ears perked up, and Vinny heard the swish of his wagging tail. "I thought, if someone gets all moody, it's either girls or drugs, and you don't seem like the drug sort. At least, I never see you with Mitch and Mook."
Vinny stopped in mid-bite. "They're into drugs?"
"Oops." Kingston grinned, slurping up a string of cheese. "You didn't hear it from me."
"Okay." Mitch was an obsessively tidy brown rat; Mook, his roommate, a lion from overseas. He wouldn't have pegged either of them as druggies.
"But seriously, if you wanna talk about it, you know, you can talk to me." Vinny chewed his pizza and then took another bite. "Or," the fox said, "you don't have to, but you should talk to someone, at least."
"It's not that big a deal," Vinny said. And after one more look from Kingston, that was the end of that. The fox switched gears with all the smoothness of a twenty-year-old rusty transmission, abruptly launching into some research he'd done about the movie he'd gone out to see the night before.
Really, Vinny thought as they walked back to the room, if he were going to talk to anyone about it, there was only one person he could talk to. So when he saw the ringtail walking by their door, later that evening, he called out, "Oh, hey, Allen!" just as if he hadn't been mostly ignoring his Econ and watching the hall.
"Hey, Vinny." Allen eased the door cautiously open. "Hey, Kingston."
The gray fox, sprawled on his upper bunk, glanced down at Vinny and swung down. "Hey, Allen. Want anything from the coffee shop? I was just gonna run down and get us a couple decaf lattes."
"Uh, sure. Same for me." The ringtail fished a five out of his pocket and gave it to Kingston, who flashed Vinny a quick smile on his way out.
Allen's long striped tail flowed behind him. He walked over to Kingston's desk and leaned against it, arms folded. "What's up?"
Vinny looked the long, lanky body up and down. He tried to remember how Allen's cock had felt in his mouth, but all he could feel was the smooth curve and swollen knot of the fox. He remembered Allen's scent well, a light clean musk. "How was the trip?"
Allen's tail curled up to rest on the chair. He unfolded his arms. "It was crazy. Drew really did record his burps on his phone. We'll have to play 'em for you."
"That's all right." Vinny smiled. "Family okay?"
The ringtail shrugged. "Family is family. Mom still thinks Easter is a big deal. They don't ask me about anything but homework and I don't tell 'em about anything but classes."
Vinny nodded. "It was pretty quiet around here. Jinx and I just hung out with some friends."
"That's what he said." Allen leaned down and peered at the book. "Aren't you in Econ with Jinx?"
"Yeah. I was bugging him all weekend, though, thought I'd just work this stuff out on my own."
The ringtail nodded. They talked a little more about homework, during which Vinny could not force himself to turn the conversation in another direction. Hey, remember that night when I blew everyone? Hey, are you gay? How'd that happen? Hey, so when you propositioned me in the bathroom... The words hammered at the inside of his head, but he refused to let them out. Allen, for his part, asked questions only with his eyes, which Vinny pretended not to see. Somewhere along the line, he was aware that he'd made a decision not to talk about it, not to go any further, to keep it to himself. That was for the best, he supposed.
Allen left soon after Kingston returned with the lattes. The roommates studied for the rest of the night without exchanging more than a couple words--at least, Vinny assumed Kingston was studying. Knowing him, he could be reading ahead to next week's lesson, researching the subject on his laptop, just reading the textbook for fun, or investigating the theory of evolution. He himself wrote down his Econ homework mechanically, ignoring the memory of the fox's smell that he couldn't seem to shake. Twice he almost got up to go to Jinx's room, and stopped himself before he stood up.
After they turned out the lights, he lay staring at the slats of the upper bunk. When he heard Kingston's soft, breathy snores, he slid his underpants down quietly and curled his legs over his head, reaching around to pull his hips down to his muzzle. His back stretched, but not painfully. He took a breath and lapped at his sheath, already hard from the anticipation.
Time slowed. His world focused on the warmth of his tongue and his shaft, and when he pulled himself into his muzzle and pumped back and forth, he imagined that the narrow muzzle sucking on him was a fox's, that the tight hardness moving back and forth through his lips and dripping pre on his tongue was vulpine. The illusion was hard, but he focused on it, pushing his hips down into his muzzle, his maleness warm against his tongue.
When he came, he surprised himself, almost choking on the warm splash on his tongue. Musky and thick, it reminded him just enough of the fox that he held himself for a moment longer before the fading climax took his illusion with it. Get used to it, he told himself. He sighed, swallowed, and lay back to the tender shelter of sleep.