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It's official - First Dates and Fast Cars was my fastest-appreicated (is that even a thing?) story. And I just happened to love the characters myself. So, here's a sequel!

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Jon stared out the window, the thick green fields passing by, a blur of color and patterns that remained mostly unchanged for the past few hours. Occasionally he'd see a cow, and loudly proclaim such to the wolf beside him in the driver's seat. But now, as the sun was slowly beginning to fade from the sky, he found himself staring at corn and soy more than anything else. He turned around, stretching his thin frame and yawning before looking over to the wolf.

"How much longer until we get there?"

"Just another hour or two."

"One hour or two?"

"Depends on traffic."

The fox leaned over and patted the wolf's thigh softly. He looked the wolf up and down, still a little surprised that he was here, in the wolf's passenger seat, driving to the wolf's parents' cabin. Sure, it was a welcome vacation, but it was rare for him to be swept off by a boyfriend for a weekend in the country - even though they had been dating for a few months now.

Dave stole a glance of his passenger, seeing the fox giving him eyes that just made him light up inside. He was still a little surprised every time the fox looked at him that way. He knew the fox cared for him quite a bit, but the butterflies of the new relationship hadn't faded yet. He quietly hoped they never would.

The fox leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and humming along to the music. He thought back to their first date, and the music the wolf had played. It had grown on him, but he still was much happier listening to one of his Arcade Fire albums. It also had the unintended side effect of helping the wolf keep to the speed limit, much to the fox's amusement.

The wolf stretched out a bit too, and slid a paw over to the fox's lap, intertwining his fingers with the fox's.

"I can't wait to show you the cabin."

"I can't wait to see it, hon."

"I'm glad. I'm very, very glad."

"You know, I've never taken a lot of road trips."

"Really? My family always took them. Probably what got me hooked on driving. Family gatherings were always a state or two away, and we always tried to get to see far away relatives whenever we could. Plus, we had this place out here. This isn't too long of a drive though."

"Four hours isn't a long drive?" Jon asked, sitting up and looking over at the wolf.

"Oh god no! We used to drive at least... must have been ten hours each way to get to my grandmother's house. She lived down in Texas. We used to call it the drive from hell."

"Do I even want to know why it was the drive from hell?"

"One time our air conditioner broke halfway there. Texas, in August, is not a pretty place to be without air conditioning."

"I'm retroactively sorry for you," the fox said, laughing at the thought of a family of thickly furred wolves sweating in a car.

As the sun dipped closer and closer to the horizon, mile after mile passed, and the two lovers sat in quiet anticipation of their destination. The mostly-empty roads made for easy travels, and in what felt like much less than an hour and a half for the fox, they began seeing signs for Madison. The wolf was quick to point out the signs, and soon interstates turned into smaller and smaller roads. The wolf led them through turn after turn, every direction done strictly from memory. The fox turned out his window, looking through the dense blackness of the trees, and thought he could make out the shimmering of moonlight on water.

"Is that a lake over there?"

"Kinda... it's more like a big creek. The cabin is right up against it. You can walk right from the back door onto the shore."

"That sounds lovely."

The two made a few final turns, and pulled up in front of the dark cabin. The fox thought it looked much more like a home he could see himself living in than a cabin, but he mostly expressed his amazement in how beautiful it was. The moonlight cast long shadows of the trees, and the fox could hear the creek bubbling away in the backyard. The wolf pulled out their bags and led the fox up to the cabin door, unlocking it and opening the door wide.

A flick of a light switch was all that was needed to bring the inside of the cabin into focus for the two. The fox walked into the living room, running his paws across the top of the couch as the wolf carried their suitcases towards one of the few doors.

"C'mon. You've gotta see the bedrooms."

The fox followed, his tail curling up in the air in excitement and curiosity, as every one of his senses explored the new place. The bedrooms proved to be as interesting as the wolf had alluded to. The plush bed in the center of the room drew most of the fox's attention, as he played through in his head all of the ideas of what would be happening that night.

The wolf seemed to be having the same idea, since he snuck up behind the fox, wrapping his paws around the fox's hips. The fox jumped a little at the touch, before grinding back against the wolf's hips.

"Feels like someone's a little pent up from the drive..."

"Mmm... you know me well, Jon."

"I do know you well. In the most biblical of senses."

The wolf pressed his rapidly hardening sheath against the fox's firm rump, and the fox murred quietly at the feeling of his boyfriend's arousal.

"You know, foxy, I still haven't shown you the whole place. I wonder how much it'd kill you to have to finish the tour before I give you what we both need."

"Oh god it'd kill me so bad," the fox whimpered, grabbing a hold of the wolf's hips, and pulling the two tightly together.

"Then I guess I'll just have to give you the full tour."

The fox turned around and put his paws on either side of the wolf's muzzle.

"I swear to god wolfy, if you do not take my pants off right now, I will... I don't even know."

The wolf simply turned around.

"Follow me. I've got so much tour left to give!"

The fox followed the wolf's wagging tail out of the room, his own tail swishing back and forth in sexual frustration. The wolf led his fox to the back doors, and swung them both open, stepping out onto the deck. The fox followed him out, and gasped. The sight before him was more beautiful than most anything he had seen in his life. He stepped up to the deck railing, leaning against it as he looked over the water, kissed with bits of moonlight, and the treeline beyond. The gentle sounds of the water lapping against the rocks of the shore.

The wolf wrapped a paw around the fox's waist, and the two stood there, gently cuddling up against each other, taking in the sight. The fox turned to the wolf, his face lit as much by the moon as by the light from the cabin, and leaned in, kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you for this."

"Thank you for coming, hon. It means a lot for me to be able to show you this."

The two eventually found their way back inside, and the fox practically tackled the wolf to the bed as soon as they entered the bedroom.

"That was so romantic," the fox said, unbuttoning the wolf's pants.

"So romance makes you even hornier. Duly noted."

"Romance... and having to wait for it."

The fox unzipped the wolf's fly, and slid his pants down, revealing the wolf's underwear. He leaned his muzzle down, smelling his lover's arousal. He pulled the boxers down with his teeth, revealing the wolf's cock, already beginning to come out of its sheath. The fox licked the head of the wolf's cock, tasting the pre that was already leaking from its tip.

"Looks like I'm not the only horny one."

The fox spread his lips and took every inch of the cock into his muzzle, his fingers teasing a bit more of the cock out of its sheath. He felt the wolf's hips buck up against his muzzle as he slid the cock deep into his muzzle. The wolf panted, placing one of his paws on the back of the fox's muzzle and running his fingers through the fox's headfur.

The fox simply murred and looked up at the wolf, his big blue eyes connecting with the wolf's before beginning to bob his head up and down over the wolf's cock. He brought his paw up to the wolf's balls and gently squeezed them. The wolf humped into his muzzle again at the sensation, and the two of them moaned in unison, the fox's moan making the wolf tremble with its vibrations.

The wolf arched his back up, and the paw on the back of the fox's head began kneading at his headfur more insistently. The fox pulled his muzzle off of the wolf's cock and looked up at him, standing up and quickly pulling off his shirt and pants, while walking over to his suitcase. The wolf slid out of the remaining bits of clothing he still had on, and slid himself up the bed.

The fox climbed up onto the bed, straddling the wolf's hips, and leaned down over the wolf to softly kiss him on the muzzle, before popping open the container of lube he had retrieved from his suitcase. He covered his paw in it, and then gently stroked his paw down the wolf's cock, coating it fully. He then grabbed on to the wolf's shoulders, sinking his hips down on top of the wolf's cock. The wolf's hips bucked up in response, and the fox let out a long moan as the hard cock slid inside of his tight tailhole. The wolf needed no encouraging to begin thrusting into the fox, and the fox worked his own hips up and down. The wolf closed his eyes and grabbed onto the fox's hips, sliding even deeper into the fox with every thrust.

The fox's attention turned to his own cock. He began stroking it in his own paw, feeling it throb with every thrust the wolf made.

"Oh god yes wolfy," the fox whispered, pressing back against the wolf's thrusts.

"I love you," the wolf whispered back, leaning up to kiss the fox as he sped up his thrusting.

The fox could feel the wolf's knot growing, and with a few more thrusts, he felt it start pushing against his entrance. With every thrust, he sat back against the knot a little harder, feeling it stretch his entrance bit by bit. The wolf's thrusts picked up an even more determined pace, and the fox felt the grip around his hips tighten. He pushed back against the wolf's cock one final time, and felt the knot slide into him. The wolf began bucking his hips up, tugging at the fox's tight tail hole with every thrust. The fox felt the wolf's paws dig into his rump, and the wolf's whole body tense.

The wolf let out a deep, low howl as he came, his back arching, his eyes closing, and his whole body alive with feeling. He let one of his paws go from the fox's hip to the fox's cock, and wrapped it around the fox's own paw. He guided the fox's paw up and down, squeezing at the fox's knot as he slid it down.

The fox tensed up around the wolf's cock as he came, letting out a short little bark. He then settled into a slow panting, his tongue hanging out of the front of his muzzle. The wolf, now covered in the fox's sticky seed, leaned up and licked his muzzle.

"I love you, Jon."

"I love you too, Dave."

The fox leaned down and rested his head on the wolf's shoulder, kissing the wolf's neck gently.

"I have a feeling this will be a wonderful little getaway," he whispered into the wolf's ear.

The wolf gently stroked the fox's back and nodded. The two eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning came softly to the cabin, the deep orange of sunrise peeking in through the bedroom's curtains. The fox opened his eyes, took one look at the clock, and promptly closed them again, snuggling up against his wolf's chest. The wolf barely stirred as the fox fell back asleep against him.

The wolf did eventually wake, and quietly slipped out of bed without disturbing the fox. The subtle aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen soon after did bring the fox out of the bedroom. He stumbled into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around the wolf from behind, as the wolf dug through the fridge.

"Morning, love. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Mmm... maybe I'd like some wolf for breakfast."

"But you had wolf for dinner last night!" the wolf said back, playfully wiggling around in the fox's arms.

"Never enough wolf in my diet," the fox said groggily, tucking his muzzle into the wolf's back, breathing in his boyfriend's musk.

After the wolf was finally able to get the fox to pick what he wanted for breakfast, the two settled into the couch with their plates of food and cups of coffee, cuddling up against each other as they ate.

"Can we come here again?"

"Of course hon. My parents barely ever make it down here."

"I'd like that a lot."

The wolf leaned over and kissed the fox on the top of his muzzle.

"I love you."

"I love you too."