Reluctant
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Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the last class was over, and Foster carefully gathered up his scattered books, notes and other school supplies with weary paws. The tired kangaroo paused, head down, gathering up the strength to make it out into the blindingly sunny day and back to his dorm room. He heaved a sigh, levering himself out of the chair with a grunt, and joined the swirl of other 'morphs in the hallway.
Even half-hungover, the dodgy kangaroo had no problems weaving his way through the assembled students and faculty that flooded the hallways between classes, his naturally lithe (if a little bottom-heavy) form ducking and weaving, shouldering his way between two pretty gazelles that had stopped to talk by the water fountain with a barely audible "S'cuse me."
He was tired. He felt a little light-headed. His notes for the day had been nothing more than random jottings. He'd have to really buckle down and study tonight if he expected to pass his Chem mid-term tomorrow. Crossing the quad, he looked up at the blockish, lifeless building that housed his dorm room and winced. Surely Nazyr, his roommate, had late classes today? God, he hoped so.
He shouldered his pack as he passed from the pounding sunlight into the cooler interior of the dorm's lobby. The elevator bore a faded caution banner that read OUT OF ORDER, under wich some wit had scrawled in pen *no, you're out of order!* Foster looked dully at the sign for a few seconds, and then turned and began hoofing it up the stairs. Just great. By the first floor his head was pounding. By the second he could feel his over-taxed heart pounding in his chest. By the time he got to the third floor, gasping for breath, he had the thin beginnings of a headache.
Nazyr didn't have late classes.
Nazyr was wating for him.
Oh his bed.
In his underwear. Great.
The young, tawny lion looked up as Foster came in, wearing what he hoped was a seductive smile on his muzzle. "Hello there, roomie." he practicly purred as Foster strode through the door, lugging his books. Nazyr stretched out a little, crossing his legs and leaning back. "Tough day at school, hon?"
Foster's eyes roamed for only a second over the taut, lean lion half-undressed on his bed. He threw his books on the desk, doing his best to ignore his roommate. Fucking queer lion. Why, god, did he have to be housed with a gay roommate? Surely, he thought, they should have their own dorm or something. He shrugged out of his jacket, throwing it across the back of a chair, and sat down at the computer desk, facing away from Nazyr. "Just a little tired, that's all." he mumbled. He snapped on the monitor and logged into the university database. "And don't call me 'hon', ok?" He stared bleakly at the screen, knowing what was comming next.
He heard the bedsprings sigh softly as Nazyr got up and padded across the room. He thought he could smell cologne. Jesus, he thought, he put on cologne. For me. In a moment he felt the lion's paws on his shoulders, kneeding softly. Gently. Lovingly. "Look, Foster, if this is about last night--"
Foster flinched, shrugging his shoulders out of the lion's caress. "I have a mid-term to study for, you know." he snapped. Too late, he felt the lion's tufted tail tracing along the tip of his own. He twitched it away as well. "Last night was just....last night. I don't want to talk about it."
There was a longish pause. The kangaroo stared at the screen, not seeing it. He didn't even want to think about last night, much less talk about it with his roommate. He could have never imagined that sort of thing happening. Not in a lifetime of lifetimes. Waaaaaay to much to drink. First at The Hollow, then at Club LeJune, and then at the after-party where that sleek, sexy pantheress had taken off her halter-top in front of practically everyone there, showing her newest nipple pericings. Then, finally, stumbling up to his dorm room at 2:30 in the morning, drunk and horny, feeling himself, eyes closed to keep the room from spinning, imagining the panthress going down on him, felling himself swell, feeling the gathering explosion in his loins, the wonderful sliding sensation, feeling his own frantic paws pushed away and replaced by another, softer set of paws; his eyes wide open and looking drunkenly down his arcing body to where the lion kneeled at the foot of his bed, paws curled around his throbing erection; softer, more insistent pressure, the room spinning,his tail thrashing, an explosion of pleasure, "yes, hon....shhh....that's it.....cum for me....ooooh...good kangaroo..."
Foster squinted his eyes closed and layed his ears back, trying to will the image of last night away. It was a mistake. He was drunk. "It was a mistake." he murmered, eyes closed. "I was drunk."
Nazyr sniffed. "It..it was wrong....wrong of me, I know." he managed, could he be close to tears?"I-It's just that...well..." the lion sighed. "I really like you. I'm very attracted to you."
There it was. The words lay between them like stones. "..and you know, when you came in so late, you bumped against the endtable, and I think spilled some things, and I woke up." Foster vaguely remebered stumbling against something the night before, knocking maybe the clock-radio over, vowing internally that he'd pick it up in the morning when the room wasn't spinning so much. "And I came in here, you know, to see if you were ok, and you were all layed out...and touching yourself...." the lion trailed off. "Like I've wanted to touch you."
Foster swallowed, squinting his eyes slowly open. He couldn't deal with this. He just coudn't. "I have a chem mid-term to study for." he growled, bunching his paws together. "I have to study. For this test." Silence. He was pretty sure Nazyr was crying. "I have to study." he repeated dumbly.
The lion hitched his breath. "Sure." he managed. "You do that." A sudden whisk of air. Hurried, frantic sounds of someone angrily getting dressed. BOOM! The door slamming. Paws thudding down the corridoor. Then nothing.
Foster stared glumly at the screen.
Foster had studied. Late. Trying not to think about it. But, time and time again, his mind had stealthily returned to the night before. Worst part was, he felt sorry for how he had treated the lion, now. He felt guilty. Poor, misguided guy was attracted to him. To him! And now he'd gone and hurt Nazyr's feelings. There wasn't any way for him to get another dorm room, and the thought of him telling the admissions lady that he needed a new roommate because his current one had helped masturbate him when he was drunk brought a blush of shame to the kangaroo's ears. Best to just work through the situation. Only nine more weeks left in the academic quarter, he told himself, we can surely work this out between us. Poor guy.
Still, as the hour grew later and later, and Nazyr failed to return. Foster began to get worried. What if the lion had gotten himself in trouble? What if he had been arrested? Killed? Or--and this thought crept up on him more and more as the clock passed midnight and a new day began--killed himself?
No.
Best not to think about it.
It was closing in on 1:30 and it was time for bed. Foster snapped off the monitor, looking at his scribble of notes and yellow-underlined pages in his Chem textbook. It would have to be good enough. He could maybe cram a little at lunch right before the test. Hope for the best.
The kangaroo crawled into his narrow bed, turning to lay on his side. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of his elbow, eyes drooping. It had been a long day, and he was looking foward to a little--
*click*
Foster started a little bit. Someone was at the door. Easing it open, by the sound. He feigned sleep, breathing deeply, yet his ears still rotated around at the sound of the lion easing into the room. Good, he thought. At least he was safe. He hadn't gotten himself killed. Or tried to kill himse--
The jingle of keys as Nazyr's jeans slipped to the floor. The rasp of fabric as he took off his shirt. Soft pad-padding as he crossed the room. Foster's eyes widened. The bedsprings squeeked softly as Nazyr eased himself into bed with him. He felt his roommate's tail tracing softly, hesitantly along his own. This close he could smell the lion's sweet musk, with only a hint of the cologne underneath.
"Please.......please, Foster," the lion whispered into his ear in the semi-darkness. A paw came up and traced lightly down his side, sending ripples of gooseflesh along his belly. Nazyr nuzzled against him, pressing his chest into the kangaroo's back, paw rubbing in soft semi-circles along his thigh. "I never ment any harm to you. I'm sorry if I made you angry."
"I'm not--" Foster began. Not what? Not angry? Not a little ashamed? Not, in some deep recess of his mind, a little flattered that the lion was attracted to him? The kangroo thought deeply, considering his words carefully. With the lion pressed so close to him, it was hard for him to think, hard to stay angry for too long. He'd had all evening to regret being such an ass to his roomie. "I was just worried that you might have hurt yourself..." he stuttered to a stop, realizing how self-important it sounded, worrying about Nazyr killing himself because he'd rejected him. "...o-or been hurt somehow." Foster took a deep breath. "I like you."
He felt the Nazyr relax against him, nuzzling the small of his back with his nose. "I feel safe, you know." he said. "When I'm with you. Just having you around makes me feel good." The lion's paws traced down Foster's belly, a light feather-touch. The 'roo felt his roommate's breath in his ear, heasatant and a little excited; "I just want to make you feel good, too." Nazyr said in a soft, purring voice. Foster felt a paw gently caressing his sheath, coaxing his cock from it a few inches at a time.
Foster closed his eyes, feeling a blossom of warmth in his groin as he began to slowly become aroused by the lion's slow, steady strokes. He stifled a little moan. Could it be that he was starting to get turned on by what Nazyr was doing to him? His head was a swirl of emotions and confusion at the thought of being handled by another male, but his body was already comitted to the sensation. Very soon his thin, pointy cock had emerged from it's sheath, a drop of pre-cum already on the tip. Nazyr formed his paw into an O and wrapped it carefully, yet firmly around the young kangaroo's jutting penis under the bedcovers, pressing himself up against the 'roo. "...yes, hon....."purred the lion. "I like feeling your cock in my paw..." He began to stroke along it's length, pausing to squeeze delightfully at the base, making Foster grunt in pleasure. "That's not too hard, is it?"
"N-no...." Foster half-sighed, feeling a tingling at the base of his spine as his body warmed to the sensations the lion was bestowing on his member. He licked his lips, eyes half-lidded. Nazyr squeezed his cock again, and Foster felt his hips arch foward instinctively, thrusting into the lion's paw. His breathing became more sharp, more ragged as Nazyr began to pump with gathering speed, his paw squeezing and sliding, already becomming slick with his precum. The kangaroo felt somthing hard poking at the base of his tail, and through the haze of pleasure understood that the lion was becomming excited, too. He felt a gentle nibble on his ear, and heard Nazyr moan softly as the pressure in his balls began to increase. Foster began to hump harder against Nazyr's paw, gasping raggedly as the lion worked his cock ever faster, ever more firmly, until all of Foster's world had become centered on the touch, the feel of his roommate's slickened paw travelling up and down his swollen cock. "Yes.....mmmrrr...." he groaned, "....oh, god.....please..." the sensation was wonderful. Suddenly it stopped.
"What the-?" Foster growled raggedly, hips thrusting at the now empty air. He felt a paw on his knee, gently turning him on his back, his blood-engorged cock pointing up, bobbing back and forth. Nazyr was kneeling between his spread legs, tail thrashing, his own cock poking form the mass of dark fur at his groin. He placed a paw on each of Foster's knees, licking his lips as his spread the kangaroo's legs. "This is what I wanted to do to you," the lion purred. "Last night."
Foster's eyes flew open as he realized what was about to hapen to him, but for the most part he just didn't care. He just needed release now, and was actually gratefull when the lion leaned foward and wrapped his lips around his cock. Foster felt himself engulfed in the lion's warm wetness, and he arched his back, giving out a soft yelp as the lion began to suck him off. His paws flutterd up and gripped the lion's head as he began to thrust in earnest into his willing muzzle, moaning. He felt his roommate's paws under him, gripping his ass-cheeks firmy as his head bobbed up and down along his shaft, making him shudder with pleasure. It was only a matter of seconds, then. Foster came in the lion's mouth, turning his head to one side, eyes lidded in pleasure as he called Nazyr's name over and over, like a lover.