Keith and Matt: Changes
#4 of Keith and Matt 2
It is done! The last chapter of this series. I wanna take the chance and apologise to every single one of my fans for taking so long with it. It's been almost a year and I am deeply sorry. And I wanna say, there won't be any more Keith&Matt stories from me. But if you wanna make a fanfic, I'd be honoured and extremely happy! Two other things: If you want to have both series as offline-pdf, send me a mail. And if you wanna read this, I recommend also listening to Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park. You'll see what I mean (or rather, feel). Any spelling and grammar mistakes are part of the creative process and are therefore important. Now Share and Enjoy ;) * * * Sheila sighed and opened the curtain. This job had been a bad idea. Of course, Mummy and Daddy had been happy as her adopted daughter had decided to become a nurse, even though they would have jumped in joy if she also had become a nun behind thick walls. Good that she had moved into her own, far away from that damned city. Every single guy that had thrown out of her room, well, every guy that had made it into the house. And as she finally had turned eighteen, she had moved. And she hadn't regretted it yet. "Well, my boy," she mumbled while staring down on the paper. "It says you're having a slight concussion, bleeding... hmm... are you..." Sheila looked up. "Weird..." "Hi, Sheila, long time, no see." * * *
People always imagine hospital rooms with an unconscious patient, a waiting friend or relative, and a machine that goes 'ping' once in a while. Last thing was missing, and Kyle was awake. Two broken rips, one broken arm and a lot of bruises was his reward for saving the cat boy. Right now he was just staring down his body and fighting with himself. Very soon his parents would show up. And then he would have to do a lot of explaining work. Kyle knew exactly that wouldn't go without a lot of yelling, and in the end... well, his mother needed him in the shop, and he didn't have any friends he'd like to visit. So the computer will be removed from his room. That couldn't hurt him much, he could live without his collection of gay porn. Matt was here, and the young otter boy had no idea what to think of that. The male fox was just sitting there, at the other side of the room, on a chair, waiting for something. Matt didn't say a word. He was here because he had no idea where else to be. He didn't want to be with Keith right now, not at all. And he had to be somewhere. The driver had been anxious, her beautiful car was damaged because some fucking kids were walking on the street at night. She'd been nice enough to wait for the ambulance and police. The police... They're going to ask questions soon, Matt knew that. And what would happen then... he had no idea. The last time they had contact with police was as some officers caught him with Keith in the woods, but they hadn't cared enough to do anything. Nobody cared about two boys who just wanted to have some private fun. But they cared about three boys alone on the street at two in the morning, and they especially cared about the two boys who can't even tell their surnames, one of them wearing only some shorts and being slightly injured. The other boy, who had been hit by a car, was just boring compared to that. And Matt couldn't imagine anything else than telling the truth. Successfully Matt had made to get away without a medical examination, who knows what they would have claimed just to fix him and do anything to him. Vets are evil. Everyone knows that. Matt glanced at the police officer, leaning in the door frame, not watching them, but present. Blocking the door. A big muscular wolf, very vigilant. Matt didn't want to get out of here, though. He was just too confused right now. Matt's ears perked as he heard some kind of crash sound, followed by a mild scream. It was just a mild scream, no other description was fitting. The wolf looked up and seemed to think hard for a second. Even though he did have strict orders, there were good reasons for him to leave his guarding position, two, in fact. He left into the corridor. And then... Keith entered, very nervous. "Matt?" "Go away..." Matt just answered. He didn't feel like talking to that tomcat at all at the moment. "I will. Just one question," Keith said and came closer. He put his paw onto Matt's and was glad the young fox didn't withdrew it. "I'll... go. As always. Scotland, you remember? You wanted to go to Scotland..." He pressed the paw and sighed. "I ask you one question, then I'll go." "Get to the point..." Matt sighed out. "Will you go with me?" The cat's voice was trembling. He was obviously putting a lot into that single answer. His entire life, actually. Matt's eyes went wide. He looked into Keith' eyes, these eyes he used to be addicted to. Had it just faded out? What was left of all the passion as they were young? What to do? The fox looked over to the otter in the bed. Kyle was staring out of the window, signing the tomcat was no even worth to get a tiny bit of his attention. It was all up to Matt, no support from him. The day was screwed up, nobody could blame him if it would become even worse. Support came from Keith, even though he was nervous and wanted to get away as fast as possible. Keith wanted to forget it all, run and spend next night in a tent, together with Matt. And if not... Keith will have to sort it all new. A challenge, he was unsure if he was able to solve it. "Keith... I... I'm..." "Sh," Keith said and shook his head. "Just say yes or no. I will understand." "No, Keith... I won't go with you..." Matt sighed. "Please..." "Sh..." Keith put one finger onto Matt's lips. "I understand. It's up to you." Keith turned, but Matt held his paw tight, so he spun around again. "Keith... just don't do anything stupid again, okay?" "I'll... try..." Keith bit his bottom lip. "Uhh... can you... lend me some quid? I'm kinda short... And almost naked, yeesh..." "Uhh..." Matt took off his jacket. "Take this," he said. "Everything is in. Actually yours." "Thanks..." Matt said and turned again, with the jacket. He bumped into the officer as he run out, but was fast enough to escape. That's it, Matt thought. There he goes. Never getting back again. His heart crumbled together into a tiny bit of useless meat. Under the eyes of the confused officer he took his chair and put it right next to the bed. Kyle tried to smile soothingly. Did not really work, so he took the fox's paw. "Would it hurt if I hugged you tightly?" Matt whispered. "I guess..." The otter said. They hugged anyway. * * *
The main question was just, what to do with that boy? The main focus of the Cunnigham's rows revolved around Matt, the young fox in the chair, who was waiting and didn't really care what will happen now. Misses Cunningham, an otter woman, well groomed and with welsh accent, was reminding Mister Cunningham, a small substitute of a guy of mustelid species, of the Christian mission they had, and anyway. Just letting a homeless boy go into one of those horrible orphanages? No way. Good boy, that you wanted to help him. And Matt was just a cute boy of sixteen years that had just had bad luck in his short life, needs some help to find back into the world. And he was using that words a lot, god, probably it had a meaning. Matt considered himself as adopted as the otter woman was stroking his head. Of course there was the thing with the paper. But "You don't have to worry, my boy," Misses Cunningham emphasised. She was very, very glad the other boy was away. Matt had told her the truth. Not the entire truth. For example the part with the fox and her son making out all naked, that wasn't nice to tell. Anyway, now Keith was an evil daemon, had seduced the poor boy into godless actions blah blah blah. In the end, Matt was just a good boy who had been dragged the wrong way. Okay, that was the point Matt just shut off his ears and was just trying to look as cute and innocent as possible for that ranting woman with the infinitive voice. He wanted to stay with Kyle, somehow, anyhow. Because he actually didn't know what else to do now. Keith was away. A weird feeling. He was neither glad nor sad. The cat boy was away and probably not coming back. * * *
The old fox woman hadn't claimed him back, and that also didn't surprise him. Who wanted to have back a boy that leaves two scared cubs and a corpse in the apartment? They hadn't told Matt the entire answer, but in result, Matt guess, she couldn't care less what is going to happen to him now. Press hadn't come, but police. They'd wanted to know about Keith. Matt hadn't said a word. "What a week," Kyle sighed out lying on his bed. Matt kept silent and tried hard to read the speech bubbles of that fox in the comic. He hadn't spoken much throughout the entire week. Was the smartest way to survive questionings and the motherly feelings of Misses Cunningham. He wasn't adopted yet, that would take some more time, but welfare office thought it would be better if he stayed with the foster family instead of some centre. The next was about fifty miles away anyway. "How's your arm," he finally said. "Annoying." "Sleeping time, boys," Misses Cunningham said after knocking at the door frame. "Aw, mum, it's not even ten." "Exactly." For a very weird reason, there was a main switch for each room's power in the Cunningham's bedroom. Means, the old otter woman was able to shut down the lights, the computer, the TV and everything else in the boys' room with just a flip of a finger, thanks to a friend of the family, as she had explained. Which she did now. Well, it seemed a good idea to have Matt sleep in the same room as Kyle, because he could be controlled there. Control meant a lot in this house. That's why the boys, both sixteen years old, were not allowed to be up after ten. But it was all pretty new to Matt. The fox turned on his back and sighed. "Was just about to get interesting." "I can tell you the plot if you want." "Nah, will read it myself." "Okay, night." It was cold on the mattress. Matt stared up at the ceiling. Jeez. After two years in a house again. Had been weird at first, but you could get used to everything. Kyle's sister was just like the twins, well, apart from the video game addiction. The word school had been said once or twice. Tomorrow, for example, that school thing was supposed to happen. Matt hadn't dared to ask. After about ten minuted of revolving thoughts, the fox stood up and got on the bed. Kyle was a bit surprised as he just got embraced from behind. "I hope you don't mind," the fox whispered. Kyle smiled and went back to his trial for sleep. Until he felt a paw moving into his underwear. "Matt..." "Hmmm...?" "Not today, okay?" The paw retreated. "Okay..." * * *
Slowly Matt sucked up the coke. Kyle was smiling as if he was providing some heavenly good stuff the fox never had before. In fact, Matt had lived off coke a lot throughout his live. He never had heard of anything like sugar, caffeine and its effects. It was just helping thirst. The village's main square, next to the church, was usually boring, but for a weird reason Kyle liked to hang out here. And he also liked to point at random people and tell Matt their names. Matt was patient, he drank and listened. He was bored, actually. He wanted some fun activity. The fox scratched his muzzle, there had been a sudden drip on it. Another one. "It's starting to rain." "We should head home," the otter replied and stood up. What the fox never said was that the otter really had a very nice butt. And what he had seen of Kyle's package wasn't bad either. So he kept behind the otter for some more looks. Now the rain was getting heavier by every second. It soaked their clothes and then the fur as they ran up the hill. And actually it was too late as they finally arrived at the house. Completely soaked they went in. Outside the clouds decided they had done their job and moved on. Matt took his shirt on. "It's so quiet." "Well, of course. Dad's in office, Mum's in the shop, and my sister is probably at a friend's again." "So, nobody is here and we got a lot of time?" Kyle frowned. "Yeah..." Suddenly he got a pretty long kiss on his lips. "Let's take a shower," Matt said and shed his wet clothes. Then he just grabbed the otter's arm and led him up the stairs, with a soft force. He was a bit worried because even though the bandages were off already, the otter was still a bit sensitive there. Matt dragged him upstairs, to the bathroom. Kyle was not stupid, he knew what was in the fox's mind, but he gave in. He let Matt get him into the shower and take off his wet shirt. The fox started with kisses all over the moist chest, embracing the otter and stroking through the fur on his back. The fox liked Kyle's fur, it was very soft and felt so good under his paws. While the otter just leaned against the wall, standing in the bathtub, he moaned softly under the fox's kisses and licks. It didn't take Matt long to arrive at the otter's belly, he started to open the moist pants slowly. Kyle groaned in anticipation and was already pretty hard as the fox pulled down his pants and shorts. Greedily Matt kissed the erect penis in front of his face. He had waited pretty long for this taste, and he also was surprised that the otter's maleness was even bigger when hard. Slowly he started to lick and kiss the sensitive head. The otter moaned louder, feeling the talented vulpine tongue working on his most sensitive male flesh. It was not quite the first time, but the fox was really good when it came to caressing penises. Matt licked a bit longer, took it into the muzzle and made his saliva covers the otter's maleness completely. "Let's do it..." Matt muttered and switched position with the otter. He pressed his body against the cold wall and smirked. "Come on." Kyle needed a moment before he hugged the fox from behind. Matt moved his fluffy tail out of the way, and Kyle used a paw to move his cock into the fox. He moaned out loud due to the feeling of being in that tight tail hole, and Matt groaned too. Kyle moved in as far as possible and waited a moment. "You okay?" "Hell yeah. Move on!" And the otter did, slowly first, but then he thrust faster and faster into the moaning fox. It was his first time in another boy's tail hole, and he would have cum already if he didn't hold it back so hard. Hard was also the vulpine penis, he started to stroke and rub it, too. There was it again, the feeling Matt needed to much. The feeling of a climax building up, of passions damming in his maleness, just waiting to be released forcefully. It had been a while, but after all, it was probably the only reason to be alive for him. To have a hot shaft in the butt, feel it rub against his insides... yes... Both of the boys groaned out loud as they came the same moment. There had been a lot of semen in Kyle's scrotum, and he pumped it all into the slightly smaller fox. They booth stood for a moment, before the otter, very exhausted, laid down in the tub, heavily panting. Matt smiled broadly and looked over the shoulder. Semen dropped from along his tail on the otter's wet body. "You're good..." "Kiss me," Kyle demanded. Matt hesitated. "So you..." "Kiss me. Because I've fallen in love with you, Matt." The fox laid on the otter. "And tell you what... I think I love you too." And they shared a very deep kiss, lasting an eternity. Matt hoped it will never end.