Happy Endings Part I
#1 of Happy Endings
A/N: Just a small, two-shot experiment about the same event through two perspectives, while I figure out what to do with Bets. Tell me how it is please?
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The cheetah behind me moaned.
"Jack." My name was less than a gasp.
I was bent over my bed, with my pants down just enough to bare my ass. My shirt rode up from his frantic thrusting. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew that Alex's pants were pulled down just enough to bare his cock, and I could feel his shirt flutter against my raised tail.
Before you get the wrong ideas, we're not boyfriends and Alex will ardently deny being gay.
We were assigned to be lab partners last semester for a biology class. He had been over several times before I forgot to close some things on my computer. Those things involved several different species hip or knot deep, depending on the species, in foxes. He took offense to that and we ended up in a confrontation that ended in very hot, very passionate sex.
We've been doing it ever since. But there are rules.
First, neither of us are ever completely naked. Done.
Second, he's not going to touch my cock. He doesn't even want to see it. Done.
Third, no emotional involvement. Not so done.
Always before, in the afterglow, we would crawl into my bed and talk. Granted, this was done with both of us on complete opposite sides of the bed. But it was still talking.
And I loved him for it.
I moaned and thrust back against him as he hit my spot.
His pace increased and we both moaned. His claws gripped my hips, this close to drawing blood, while mine tore holes in my sheets.
His pace increased again and I knew he was close.
And then the end came, and he was all the way inside me and I so badly wanted him to lean over me and whisper how much he loved me while he reached around to finish me.
But I knew it wasn't going to happen.
And I knew that tonight, when he was gone, I would lie in bed, moaning, while I imagined the life we could have.
Unrequited love sucks.