Only a Kiss
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters are copyright © 2007 K.M. Hirosaki
Conversely, the look on the skunk's face was one of a more active sort of pleasure. The young, well-toned black-and-white male had what must have been half of a piercing parlor's worth of adornments on him, his ears, muzzle and face all glittering with silver that accentuated rather than broke up his stark monochrome. The job of breaking up the color scheme fell to the shock of fur that was spiked up and forward from between the skunk's ears, dyed a vibrant electric blue.
The loud knocking on his bedroom door made the raccoon squeak in alarm, and he pounded his paws on the keyboard, quickly closing down all of his web browser windows before whoever it was (either his mom or Sandra) saw fit to invade his sanctum without first asking if it was okay to open the door.
The coyote hovering in the doorway just shook her head, causing Trevor to feel an upwelling of guilt before he realized that she couldn't have possibly seen the fox-and-skunk duo he'd just been looking at (or the two wolves who looked like brothers in the window that had been behind that). Regardless, Sandra still loomed, emanating that aura that girlfriends seemed intrinsically able to emanate whenever they had caught their beau in the act.
It's not like you can jerk off at Mom's house, anyway, he told himself as he started to head downstairs toward the kitchen. Besides, once you get back to the dorm with Sandra, you'll be back to normal in no time.
"Finals," he'd told them in order to explain it away.
No, Kenny wasn't outrageous or anything like that. He was just a regular, cool, down-to-earth guy, just like Trevor. Okay, so he wasn't exactly like Trevor, but that didn't make him a bad person. He was... nice.
Home was an hour and a half drive from campus: far enough away to be outside of the coddling clutches of the parental units, but close enough to still be convenient to drop by unannounced and have Mom do a load of laundry and whip up a good, home-cooked meal.
"I think we should put a study group together," the coyote said. "Us, Charlene, maybe Dave and some of your other friends if they're not too hung up on playing that stupid game, too."
When he walked back around front, Sandra was standing just outside the entrance of the dorm. "Hey," she said, gently taking hold of the raccoon's wrist. "I'm sorry to harp on you. I'm just really nervous." Her tone had changed, now, to the more calm and considerate Sandra that made Trevor feel like a very lucky fellow, and not like the utter nag she'd been all weekend.
"So," Sandra said, setting her paw on Trevor's hip.
Forcing that self-consciousness out of his eyes, Trevor looked shyly back at the skunk. "You know, I just... I wonder what it's like."
that was like, too, but he wasn't trying to get into that now. "I just mean, like... what's it like in general? Being gay, I mean."
"You'd be surprised at how many parties I've been to where they run out of mixers," Kenny said. "They'll have more than enough vodka, sure, but nothing to mix it with."
"So, like, have you ever had a boyfriend, then?" the raccoon asked.
The coyote slid her arms around Trevor's shoulder, her fingers teasing at the back of his neck. The sensation made him giggle, but he held the kiss, their tongues entwining as he rubbed his thumb at her nipple through the tight fabric. She'd talked about maybe getting it pierced, he remembered, probably sometime after the end of the semester as a reward to herself for keeping her GPA up. She'd asked for Trevor's permission, and he'd told her that he didn't mind.
Before he moved to undo the bra itself, Trevor again stroked over the coyote's breast, imagining what it would feel like to have a tiny metal nipple ring there. As his fingers closed in around the bra clasp, though, the thought of that piercing-to-be brought to mind the pierced-out skunk. His kiss faltered, but he quickly compensated, even as his fingers fumbled and failed miserably at getting Sandra's bra off.
"Sorry," Trevor mumbled. "I didn't mean..."
is late," he said. "Should we maybe--"
Being tipsy always made things better, especially towards the end of the semester.
that loud, am I?" He asked. Kenny didn't say anything, but the look on his face was answer enough.
de facto coming out, really," he said. "There was this guy there, and I'd been jokingly flirting with him because I thought he was cute, and he kept jokingly flirting back, and before long... well, I started to think that he wasn't just joking, and we'd all been drinking anyway, so I just grabbed his face in my paws and planted a big ol' kiss on him."
Trevor's body was nice and relaxed, now, even if his mind was anything but. His big triumph just now had been keeping it together long enough to be able to keep it up. And while Sandra had been going down on him, he'd even managed not to imagine that it was a male fox's muzzle wrapped around his dick instead of his girlfriend's.
"Seems like you needed that, Trev," the coyote said, running her painted claws up and down through the fur of the raccoon's chest. "I hope I didn't tucker you out too much."
did tire you out," Sandra said after she released the lock on Trevor's muzzle. "I'll have to remember how to do that."
"Hey, so tomorrow, do you promise we'll talk about the study group thing?" she asked.
"I think it's nice that skunks have tiny ears," he said, sticking the bottle down in place between his thighs, since the end table behind him was full of empties and he didn't want to lose it.
When the skunk had calmed back down, Trevor reached out and rubbed at his earring some more.
So strong was the coyote's scent, actually, that Trevor thought that she was still in the room. It was only after he rolled over in an attempt to hide his erection that he realized that he was alone in the bed. He took a few more sniffs, confirming that the familiar canine scent was still fresh and recent, and then he rolled over onto his other side and tilted his head to look upside-down at his room.
Trevor rolled back over once more and buried his face into the pillow Sandra had slept on. He tried to associate that warm, feminine scent with the pesky erection that was pressing down against his mattress, but the new stimulus couldn't replace the old cause. The raccoon tried again anyway, and then rolled onto his back and whined in frustration.
The raccoon's fingers slid up the inside of his own thigh, and despite already being hard, he teased himself, getting closer gradually, closing his eyes, pretending he didn't know where things were going. Maybe it could be that little fox--_no, it's the skunk, and you know it is--_could be touching him there, right at the crease between his thigh and his crotch, whispering into his ears about how it was over for Trevor to just relax.
Before he could stop himself, he wrapped all of his fingers around his shaft and squeezed, making himself whimper in a way that made him flush up with embarrassment, even though he was alone in his room. His grip reversed itself, then asserted itself again, stroking as the raccoon pictured a black-and-white face sinking down into his lap.
So, Trevor pumped his paw up and down, imagining a naturally-talented muzzle bobbing up and down his length. The raccoon bit his lip as he found his unoccupied paw hovering just above the sheets, thumb and forefinger rubbing together in the spot where a certain pierced ear would be.
"Er, yeah, good morning to you, too, sleepyhead," the coyote said, closing the door behind her without turning around. The fur between her ears was still damp.
"Sorry," Trevor said, noticing Sandra frown as she pulled her paw away. "Guess you got everything out of my system last night after all." He smiled at her, and when he didn't see a reaction right away, he added a wink. That, at least got a crack of a smile.
"So you really just kissed that guy in the middle of the party?"
"So what species was this guy, again?"
"Um, I mean, to make out with someone in public," Trevor said.
After some dodging through the living room and the parlor, Kenny ducked into the hallway by the stairs, the one that led to the lower bathrooms. The skunk stepped aside to let a tall badger make his way through, and then he leaned against the wall, watching Trevor catch up.
At first, Trevor's addled mind tried in vain to figure out why Kenny had decided to kiss him, but he soon stopped bothering to wonder and just let himself kiss back, his tongue shyly exploring the blunt little muzzle that was locked with his own.
When the skunk did finally pull away, Trevor let out a sad squeak through his nostrils.
If anyone had heard anything, nobody was crass enough to mention it in front of his girlfriend, but nor did anyone flash him any knowing looks. It wasn't as if Trevor could ask, "Hey, nobody said anything to you about me making out with a guy at the Psi Kappa party last weekend, did they?" though.
"Well, Trevor and I are both in Professor Wittenberg's class," Charlene, the ever-chatty fennec said in between quick, minuscule nibbles of toast. "And we can all probably go over Calc together, since that's pretty much the same across the board, yeah?"
so not the same thing," Charlene said with a clipped laugh. Then she looked around the table for further acknowledgment. "Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have taken it early."
After rejoining the party, Kenny made no further mention of what happened, nor did he make any additional overtures of flirting. It had been the perfect clandestine maneuver, flawless and almost effortless, even.
Doug came back with a pitcher full of margaritas, carrying it into the living room, fresh from the blender. The cacomistle went right for Trevor and Kenny, a stack of fresh cups in his other paw. "Don't worry," he assured them. "I mixed 'em myself."
"I'm not helping you clean up if you throw up all over our floor tonight," Doug teased, hitting Trevor on the shoulder before walking off with the half-empty pitcher of margaritas.
Standing in front of the door to Kenny's room, waiting for the skunk to answer, filled Trevor with a very distinct sense of nausea. He thought he was going to swallow his own tongue, and he counted the seconds, his mind at war with conflicting hopes that the skunk either would or wouldn't be in.
"Trevor?" Kenny asked. "Hey man, what's up?"
"So, what's going on, exactly?"
right idea, anyway?
did he mean?
hadn't thought about that, had he?
know," Trevor said. He turned his head and looked into Kenny's eyes, searching them, pleading wordlessly with the skunk.
years?"
just curious."
did want was what landed him here in the first place, wasn't it?
did you stop by here again, exactly?"
In the meantime, then, he pulled his Calculus textbook out from his bag and set it atop the mattress, welcoming the highly-needed distraction that studying for finals was sure to bring.