Sage Words
Holy crap, I have no idea where this came from. I just had an urge to get this down, and it kept going and going until, well, we have this.
Possibly some errors here and there. Who knows. I don't care. I'm just glad that I finally churned something out after such a long time.
All characters belong to me. Any resemblance to other fursonas is just a coincidence.
"If you've lost something, all you have to do is stop consciously looking for it, and you'll find it again."
That's what Jason's grandmother always used to tell him. But he never had the heart to ask her "What if it's something that you can't get back? What if it's a one-time thing?" The little cheetah had the utmost reverence for his elder, since she always had the best advice for him. As he grew older, though, he started to believe less and less in that line. He didn't hate his grandmother, or the things she said, but that one piece of advice started to make less and less sense when he applied it to the real world.
It didn't help that losing Tyler had changed him. The pair had been best friends ever since middle school. The jaguar, a natural athlete who never seemed to let his grades falter either, and the cheetah, who was a track star, but took life in stride; it was a pair most teachers found cute, and fitting. Tyler was able to push Jason into trying harder, and the cheetah would help the jaguar relax, distress, and all in all just be a kid.
When the pair of them hit high school, they both began to mature and realize that their friendship meant much more. But now, it just hurt the more Jason thought about it.
"Are you sure about this?" Tyler asked. He was sitting on the cheetah's lap, in the cheetah's bedroom. The spotted feline's arms were around him, thinner than his but no less muscled. He looked down, worriedly, only to be greeted by that goofy smile he'd found himself falling in love with. All four years of high school led up to this one moment, and he wouldn't go back and change a damn thing.
"I'm sure." Jason replied back. "You know that there's no one else I'd rather do this with." There wasn't a hint of nervousness in the cheetah's voice. "Do you not want to?"
"Fuck no!" The jaguar shot back. That just made Jason smile wider. "I mean... I'm honoured dude. Really. I just--I don't know what I'm doing. We don't know what we're doing. I don't wanna hurt you..." He found himself shut up when Jason started to kiss him, fiercely. While the spotted cat had made it clear that he wanted to be the "catcher" as he so aptly put it, he was by no means the submissive one. It was all his idea to do this anyway, with his parents out of town for a business trip. Today was the cheetah's birthday, he was finally 18 (the jaguar being the elder of the two), and he had asked for two things for his birthday. One was for the jaguar to take his virginity, and two was for the jaguar to give him his heart.
"Honey?" Jason's mother called from outside his room. The door creaked open and there was a slight sigh, as she stared at her son slumped over his desk, head in his hands. "Baby, you should be getting ready for your graduation ceremony--"
"I know mom." Jason said. The tone of voice that he held made his mother frown. Things just hadn't been the same with him. Not since Tyler. She took a seat on the edge of his bed, and sniffled. That made the jaguar look up and turn around. "Mom? Hey, is everything okay?"
Elise nodded. She had watched her son grow into a man. She had watch him evolve from being that boy who could be friends with almost anybody, to a boy who started to have his own group, to a man who fell in love, and lost it all. "I'm just so happy." She said, wiping her tears. "Before... well, your father and I ever wondered if you took this all seriously. And now..." She trailed off. "I'm sorry. I'll let you get ready."
"What're you planning on doing?" Tyler asked. Jason looked over, still breathing a little heavily, and still a little sore. The jaguar was laying beside him, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
"What?" Jason asked. He obviously didn't get it. Tyler snickered, looking over at his friend. No, his lover.
"I said what are you planning on doing? After high school, you know? Hell if I'm going to have to be the only working one while you sit on your ass all day." The jaguar let out a slight sound after being jabbed, shaking his head. "I mean, come on. Don't you want to do more with yourself? More than just flip burgers or rip movie tickets. Don't you want to make a mark on the world?"
There was a silence, as Jason began to let things hit him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"I know!" Tyler said, turning onto his side. "We should both get into college. You know, on scholarships and stuff. I'm sure with your legs you'd be able to get an athletic one. Hell, dude, you could go Olympian!" Jason scoffed--the idea was so farfetched, but for some reason coming out of Tyler's mouth, he believed it, if only a little. "We can work during year too, save up a bit, and in the summer we'll go travelling. Europe, Asia, Australia, we'll see it all, man. You and me."
Those last three words really hit home. Jason looked over, and he took the jaguar's hand in his. That made the larger male pause for a second in embarrassment. The cheetah, seizing the opportunity, leaned forward to steal his lips in a little kiss.
"You and me."
"And now, let's please welcome your class Valedictorian, Jason Grimes."
Even the applause couldn't drown out the thoughts that swam through his head. He wasn't nervous, he wasn't scared--but something made him want to just turn around and stop.
He didn't belong up here. This wasn't his spotlight. He'd taken it from Tyler. And it wasn't fair.
He spotted his mother and father in the crowd, looking so proud of him, and he sighed a bit. He couldn't let them down. He had to suck it up. As he stepped up to the podium and the roaring died down, he put on his best smile.
"For a lot of us, we never noticed how fast our time was slipping by. One minute we were freshmen, scared and worried about the politics, social status we so greatly inherited, and the next we're the top of the food chain, wondering if we really had to stuff poor Melvin into his locker."
The laughter of the crowd spurred him on.
"But for every single one of us here, I know that despite how fast it went by, we could relive each and every amazing day in our heads. Those memories last us forever, whether they be measured in seconds, minutes, hours, or lifetimes. Whether it was blowing stuff up in Mr. Delvecchio's science, or cringing at Mrs. Dumay's Health and Sexual Education lessons, we all went through it. We've all got our own cherished memories, the times that we'll never let go, no matter how old we get."
He looked over at the aforementioned teachers--the poor badger in his lab smock constantly covered in soot and other various chemicals, and the busty vixen who just gave him a wink.
"And yet, here we are, having to move on. It's our turn to step up to the plate, and take a swing. We've all endured the hardships that every teenager has to, on their way to adulthood. We've laughed, we've cried, and we've grown together. We might not consider everyone we sit beside our close friends, but at the very least, we're comrades-in-arms." He looked over at the entire crowd, almost giddy with how everyone's attention was rapt on him.
"And now it's time to take up those arms, and show the world that we're not scared. We're prepared. No matter where life is going to lead us, we have each other. Even if we're not right there--"
He paused. He wasn't supposed to pause. He swallowed, and wiped sweat off his brow. Now was not the time to think about it.
"We'll always have the memories. So don't be afraid! Take that first step forward with pride in your chest, courage in your heart, and your memories in hand."
The applause made him forget all the stress that had amounted in that single moment, and he just bowed slightly, taking his seat again.
The rest of the ceremony, though, was a haze.
"Not too shabby for your first public speech."
"Really?" Jason asked.
"Next time, try not to get choked up on your final words. Those are your most poignant. Truck through it. If looking at people makes you nervous, try to look at people at the very back. Chances are they aren't paying attention, or aren't looking right back at you. You won't get so balled up."
Jason hugged the jaguar.
"I'm proud of you, you know that?"
A laugh.
"Proud? Tyler, this is the grade 9 public speaking contest."
"And? You did great. So I'm fucking proud."
Both of them grinned.
"Well then is it okay for me to say I was proud when you suplexed O'Connell in the hallway for picking on Bryan? Cause that was pretty cool, despite getting detention."
That was enough to make the jaguar blush.
College had been... well, boring. Jason decided to study Biology and Chemistry, while under an athletic scholarship. While not top of the class, he'd made Dean's List, and didn't have to pay a dime while he attended. His room-mates had all been rather closeted and sheltered, they rarely ever got out of their rooms if it wasn't to cook, use the washroom, or go to class.
He, on the other hand, hated being cooped up in the little apartment-style suite. Every chance he got, he'd go out, see the town, and experience life the way he wanted. He got a part time job at the local pizza place, and saved up enough to go on the trips that he and Tyler had planned.
The first summer had been the hardest. Europe had been their first plan, and he froze at the airport, almost missing his flight. The attendant had to call his name above everyone else and wave him down before he moved, ticket still clutched in his hand. Once she stamped it, ripped off what she needed, and handed it back, she smiled. "Don't worry, Mister Grimes. Planes aren't that scary."
As if he were aerophobic. Either way, he smiled at her, and got on the plane, nodding nervously. The seat beside him was ironically empty, and he curled his hand into a little fist, as if trying to clenching something not there.
No one asked why he cried the whole way there.
Jason smirked, pushing Tyler back down onto the bed, as he climbed on and straddled the bigger feline's waist. His hips rolled back and forth slowly, rubbing his bare rump over the jaguar's groin, still kept inside his boxer briefs. All jokes had already been made about the athlete's choice of underwear, and at this point the rather large tent poking between Jason's cheeks dissipated any thoughts of making more.
He had skilfully kept the kiss going the entire way down, nipping and sucking on the other male's tongue. Despite the pleading sounds he could hear Tyler make, there were also pleasured grunts as he took that tongue into his mouth, rolling his own over it and sucking on it as if it were something more lewd.
"J-Jason do you even--" Tyler started, as the cheetah's hand opened up his night-table, pulling out a small silver foil, and a bottle of lube. The jaguar wasn't even going to ask how he got that in here past his parents, but found that they were being kept out of his reach.
"Don't rush things." Jason said, with a smile. He rolled his hips back, bending Tyler's erection downwards a bit. That elicited a growl from the bigger feline, which only made Jason's heart jump. "Just enjoy this. Enjoy me."
That was more than enough for the jaguar to let the cheetah get back into the swing of things. Jason grinned, trailing kisses over Tyler's lips, down past his jaw and over his throat, down to between the large pecs. He kept his rump squarely on that strained erection, making sure to squeeze and roll here and there as his mouth trailed over to the side, latching onto one of the dark nubs. He giggled a bit as Tyler bucked, clamping his legs tighter around the jaguar's hips to keep himself in place, as he suckled and licked over the fleshy nub, before mimicking the attentions to the other.
"H-Holy fuck, Jason..." Tyler moaned. "I never even thought that'd feel good but--oh shit. You get all this from porn or something?"
Jason looked up with a glare, and quietly slid down some more. He positioned himself so that he could lay himself between the jaguar's legs, teasingly rubbing at the clothed bulge. He slipped his hands in through the opening at the front, fishing out the straining hard member. Tyler gasped as he felt himself poke through the hole and be freed into the cold air, Jason gasping as well, but out of sheer awe. The jaguar's member was easily a good 8 inches long (compared to his 6, it looked monstrous), had the felinid barbs waiting to pleasure him underneath the head, and was thick enough that his hand barely fit around it.
"J-Jason, are you sure you want to bottom? I mean, I underst-aa-ahh!" Tyler broke off, as the smaller feline surged forward, taking in the first couple of inches into his mouth greedily. It was all the jaguar could do to prevent his hips from bucking straight up, to stop himself from shoving his thick length into that hungry mouth. Though, at the moment, he wasn't sure if Jason would care or not. The way that tongue rubbed against his barbs, teased his piss-slit, swirled around his head--it was all getting to be too much, too fast. "S-Slow down, babe, a-ah!"
Jason pulled off with a lewd slurp, grinning. "I guess it's true what they say, first time isn't as long as a porn scene." He said, dragging himself back up to kiss the jaguar again. He could feel that slick tip slide over his taint, making him shiver and drag his own hard member over the taut muscles of the feline's stomach. He reached over for the bottle of lube, dangling it above the jaguar's head, who quickly snatched it, his hand fumbling back around on the night-table for the condom. Jason's hand shot out, pinning the jaguar's wrist, perhaps a little painfully against it.
"What the hell, babe?" Tyler sputtered out, before he was silenced into another kiss.
"... I'm a virgin. You're a virgin. I know we're both clean. Don't wanna use it." Is all the cheetah mumbled. Tyler couldn't help but blink up at him. Before he could even ask if Jason was being serious, his hand was guided back to the smaller male's hips. "Seriously, babe. I hear they take away the feeling a little. And... I want you to feel everything." The click of the bottle, and the disgusting squirt of the lube broke the sudden silence, as Tyler began to lube himself up. Again, his hand was taken away, much to his chagrin, and Jason beamed over him. "Better idea." Jason said, as he picked himself up off the jaguar's hips, and turned himself around.
That fat, felinid member underneath Jason twitched, spurting out pre. Tyler groaned headily at the sight, those spotted rump cheeks spreading slightly, that thin tail lifting right up, greeting him with a glimpse of that tight, pink pucker inside. He looked down at his still-lubed hand, and then at the cheetah's swishing rump, and quickly got the idea. Handing the bottle to Jason, he pried open those cheeks with his dry hand, pressing a slick finger in towards that pucker. "A-Ahh! Fuck, take it slow!" He heard Jason whimper, his cock deflating just a little at the thought of having hurt him. It quickly rose back to full mast though, once the cheetah's hands were coating and spreading lube around him, that rough tongue swirling around his cockhead.
He couldn't take it anymore. To show Jason that he really meant this all, he pushed his finger in slowly, being careful to listen. After all, despite being the top, Jason obviously held the reins here. There was a mewl of pain after an inch or two, making Tyler stop his movements. Hissed breaths soon followed as Jason sat up a bit to try and get used to the size. "J-Jason, take it easy..." Tyler mumbled, but only received a shove in reply. The cheetah had impaled himself on the finger, taking it in all the way to the jaguar's knuckles. "H-holy--"
"Sh-shhiiit..." Jason groaned above him, finishing the thought. It felt... weird. Pain was only a minor feeling he had at this point, having something shoved in that way just felt off . "G-Gimme a min-oooh~!" He broke off when that finger inside him curled, rubbing against a walnut sized bump. He felt it just as much as the finger did, not even aware that spot existed inside of him. But whatever it was, it made his body jerk, his rump clench, and all he wanted was more pressure on it.
"You're not the only one that's done his homework." He heard Tyler say, though it went in one ear, and out the other. That offending finger was distracting him from just about everything, his hands even going slack around the jaguar's cock. In and out it pistoned, soon to be joined by another finger, just as thick, and just as accurate. "Feel good, babe?" Tyler asked, sounding just a little cocky. Jason was sure he grinned when the only response he could give was some sort of mangled moan, too enrapt in his pleasure to really put anything coherent together.
He was leaking profusely onto the jaguar's chest, his length twitching and spasming with every solid rub the feline got on his prostate. He whimpered when Tyler scissored his fingers, spreading him more open than he thought felt natural. "F-Fuck!" He cried out, embarrassed at his sudden slip of the tongue. It was a needy, submissive, wanton tone that he used, and he glared over his shoulder at the larger male, who was basking in all of this.
With a whimper, he pulled himself off those fingers, earning a rather shocked look from Tyler. "Hey Jason, sorry if I got carried away." He quickly apologized. Jason let out a small "hmph", and manoeuvred around atop his lover, until he faced him. Wriggling his hips, he lodged the top of the felinid shaft against his pucker, making Tyler's hands shoot up to his hips. "Whoa, babe, careful. They say it's easier to go doggy on the first time so it'll hurt--"
"I want to see your fucking face." Jason said, his voice lowering He was amused when Tyler's ears pinned back to his head. "I want to see just how good this feels, just how much you love and relish it." As he spoke, he slowly lowered himself, gritting teeth near the end as he was spread wide. The fingers couldn't have prepared him for that kind of girth, and he felt his rump clench out of sheer instinct. Determined, he continued to push down onto the length, feeling those barbs slowly slide into him. With a final push, he felt Tyler breach past that second tight ring, inches slowly disappearing into him with ease, almost like it was suctioned in.
Tyler's head tilted back, and his mouth opened in a feral groan. For all the teasing earlier, Jason smiled smugly as the large cat beneath him was caught up in immense pleasure, his body shuddering and straining to keep still. "Holy--tight! God, Jason this...!" Tyler broke off, as the smaller cat captured his lips again, growling and tugging on his bottom one. He gave in, mewling submissively as his mouth was ravaged, locked balls deep into his lover.
His body arched upwards into the slim figure above him, and he was met with a firm shove, sending his hips back down to the bed. He whined out, breaking away from the kiss to pant, and gasp in air. "Babe, you have no idea how good this feels, and you want me to last how long in here?"
"As long as you can." Jason said, slowly drawing himself upwards. His entire body tingled with pleasure as he felt those barbs graze along those tight inner walls, trying to cling desperately to stay inside. When he shoved himself back down, his moan nearly drowned out Tyler's, the feeling of being filled completely suddenly feeling right. Whenever he pulled upwards, he couldn't wait to slam himself back down, rewards himself with a loud, lewd slap of Tyler's heavy sac against his rump. He could feel warmth trickle out already, the jaguar being a heavy leaker apparently, and that only made subsequent thrusts easier.
It didn't take long for Tyler to start realizing that he was also meant to pleasure Jason, just as much as he was lost in the thralls of ecstasy himself. Taking a firm grip on the thin hips above him, he started to piston his hips upwards--trying to start off slow, but only accelerating more and more. The room was filled with the sounds of wet slaps, and mewling cats, as he began to lose himself.
When Jason collapsed on top of him, panting right into his ear and claws scratching down his chest, Tyler went over the edge. Just the thought that he was making his lover feel that good made him let out a sort of roar and moan mix, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it emptied itself into Jason's tight confines. A second later, he realized that his stomach was warmer, and stickier than usual, and a quick glance showed that Jason had let himself go too. He wrapped thick arms around the smaller cat, holding himself close as both of them slowly began to come down from their high.
"Love you." He heard Jason murmur above him. He smiled.
"Feeling's mutual."
"Seat taken?" A voice said, making Jason look up.
"It's a bar." He replied coldly. The wolf that the voice belonged to took a seat beside him.
"I know. But with how you're looking around, and how you carry yourself, it's like you're waiting for someone." His voice was thick with an accent, but Jason was too far gone to pinpoint it. Or care.
"Nah. He ain't coming. He can't." Jason said. He laughed dryly at his own joke, shaking his head. The wolf's tail fell limp, and his ears drooped. The cheetah noticed. "Sorry."
"Ain't ever a good idea to drown your sorrows away. You just wake up sadder." The wolf said matter-of-factly. "Trust me. I tried to drink away my sadness before. Only a hospital trip broke me out of it."
"That's great for you." Jason grumbled. He was surprised to see a paw held out to him.
"I'm Andrew."
They both stared at the hand for a while.
"Listen. I'm not coming onto you. I don't know what happened to you, but my grandma always used to tell me that if you're feeling down, ain't nobody in the world you can expect to pick yourself up--"
"But yourself." Jason said. The wolf blinked, surprised that he finished the sentence, but smiled. "I'm Jason."
They shook.
"Y'know," Jason continued. "My grandma always used to say stuff like that. Like... how you can close a door, but not lock it."
Andrew laughed.
"Yeah, mine too." He stared over at the cheetah's drink. "Hey. Buy you another?"
"Thought you said drowning out my sorrows wasn't going to help anything." Jason shot back.
"It ain't. But far be it from me to not offer a cute guy a drink. Besides, when we connect on a deeper level like our Grammas, there's gotta be something."
Jason couldn't help it. He laughed. Here he was, in some English bar, talking to a guy he'd never met, trying to get away from all the sadness, only to find himself laughing.
He sighed, staring into his drink.
This is what Tyler would have wanted.