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Heys! Welcome back to Free Association, your friendly dramatic romantic introspective slice-of-life-ish weekly-updating gay furry saga! Don't mess with me, or I'll add more adjectives! Hahah.

If you're new, you'll find Episode 1 over in the listy-list. Starting to become a pretty sizeable series - with this episode, we are officially crossing the 40,000 word barrier (incidentally, I don't count the days of the week at the top of each episode, or the author comments before and after - counting those is cheating!). That's a pretty darn big milestone, especially for me!

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_ Friday. _

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Brad wandered into the lobby of the english building at exactly 9:38. Twelve minutes early. And he'd known he was going to be early; he'd been sitting on his couch, frustrated, since so early that he probably could have caught Jonathon going to class, if he'd left as soon as he was ready. Still, maybe it was fair, since he'd been so late the last time he'd met Jonathon after class. He didn't want to leave Jonathon sitting outside the lecture hall again, feeling... who knew what.

That, and he couldn't wait to get the raccoon into his currently-unoccupied apartment. It felt like they'd had barely any time alone since they'd met. A few moments in the park, in his car, those seconds in the moonlight on Monday... So frustrating, to be so restricted. So unable to just... enjoy being together. Physically.

But not tonight. Tonight, he was going to take the raccoon back to his place, and they were going to... "see what happened".

Bow chicka and all that. Brad smirked. And flicked his tail. And gave the rhino guy across the way an earflicky grin, just for the hell of it.

Iiiii'm gettin' laaaaaid! Toniiiiii-iii-ii-iiiight!

He figured the guy wouldn't appreciate if he shared his jubilance musically. Come on, though, seriously, one horny guy to another...

The wolf crossed his legs a little swishily, and then adjusted them to not look quite so fabulous. Jonathon still had to walk back to the car with him, and he knew the raccoon wouldn't appreciate too much swish in public. Although, when Brad was in a good mood, such as this one, it was damn hard not to do that effeminate S-curving swoosh-swoosh-swoosh that you always saw in sitcoms as the 'tell'. And the slight butt-swaying while walking.

Speaking of butt-swaying, he'd have to take the raccoon dancing sometime. Typically, on a Friday night, Brad would be found in some bar or club. Usually a generic one, if he was with Marty and their friends. Sometimes, though, he'd hit the... other kind, typically when Marty had to work. So, basically, if he hadn't been tripped by a coon boy on Monday, he'd be sitting in The Pink Paw right about now.

Sure nice to have a guy already interested in you, without having to pick him up. Though, to be fair, nowadays Brad didn't do much picking up. In fact, he'd turned a fair few guys down, since the end of Dillon and all.

Not too much dancing, either. Mostly sitting at the bar and looking brooding and unapproachable. Hence why he hadn't had to turn more than 'a fair few' guys down. Brad wasn't everyone's type, but he didn't have a hard time leaving a club with a guy, if that was his goal. Maybe if he hadn't been tripped by a raccoon, he'd have decided it was about time to get back out there tonight. Maybe.

It didn't matter anyway. He didn't need low lights and alcohol tonight; he was quite content to have just the cuddling and kissing and... the other things.

And, gee, he'd have to give up the alcohol for a bit anyway, at least in public, wouldn't he? Jonathon wasn't old enough to drink, and Brad wasn't about to be the guy who had some fancy wine or vodka while his boyfriend sipped on a coke. That was no fun.

Not a big deal, really. Having a cute, cuddly raccoon on paw was worth a hell of a lot, in Brad's opinion. Just ordering soda was nothing.

He wondered if Jonathon was 'soda' or 'pop'. He wasn't sure if he could have a relationship with a 'pop' guy. Brad snorted at his own silliness, and the rhino looked at him, seeming irritated by the waves of enthusiasm the wolf was radiating.

Brad couldn't help it. He wanted to bang a raccoon. And not just any raccoon.

That raccoon.

Brad grinned, as the raccoon was literally the third person out of a lecture hall that held hundreds. He stood. "Hi!"

Jonathon waved as he came closer, smiling. "Hey there."

"Let's get going," the wolf said, wanting to get away from all these people as fast as possible. They paced out into the cold night; Brad stuffed his paws in his pockets and watched his breath puff in front of him, and they set off at a brisk walk toward the parking garage.

He wanted to hold paws. He wanted to drag the raccoon into the shadow of the biology building and start making out. Just a bit, just enough to get him back to the car. His sheath was already tingling.

Wow, wuff, get ahold of yourself. You'd think you've never been with a guy before!

He did walk close enough that his elbow nudged the raccoon guy's from time to time. It wasn't quite paw-holding, but it was close enough, for now. Jonathon noticed, and gave him a small grin, his darkish gray headfur overhanging his forehead, a little scruffy.

"Have a good class?" the wolf inquired.

Jonathon hmmed. "Yup. No paper grades yet, he said next week. But I'm sure I did good."

"Good..."

"Yup." The raccoon chuckled a bit. "I just wanted to get out of there, though..."

"Had some other things on your mind?" Brad remarked with a wink.

"Just a few, heh," Jonathon replied. "Not... not like I had something to anticipate, or something."

"Heheh." Brad wanted his dick under this guy's tail. About damn time they got some alone time. Brad-and-Jonathon-boyfriend-time.

He did the swoosh, just for the hell of it.

Parking garage, and they had to head up the stairs. Why the heck would the parking garage be crowded on a Friday night? It's not like it was close to any decent bars...

"We could have walked, it's not that far to your place," Jonathon remarked, as they came out onto the second level and headed toward a certain unsightly red beater.

"Mmh, yeah, I guess," Brad remarked. He opened the door, unlocked the passenger, let Jonathon get in. "But, if we walked, I'd have to wait fifteen more minutes to do this..."

Mmmmmmm. Raccoon tongue. Brad's favorite.

Jonathon's squishy paws found his chest, braced against him, and then reached around him and pulled him closer. The raccoon shifted his head; his teeth clicked against the wolf's as their jaws worked against each other. Brad cupped the raccoon's fluffy head-neck region, burying his paws in that soft, silky fur, and smiled as they drew apart, breathing harshly in each other's faces.

"Heh..." he chuckled, nose millimeters from the other male's. His lips tingled; his tongue felt hot.

Jonathon kissed him this time. A soft one, with no tongue. Brad almost liked that kind better. They were so damn sweet, and the raccoon was trembling a little and pressing firmly against him and it was just wonderful.

Another kiss, and another, some tongue, no tongue, lots of tongue. Brad licked the raccoon's muzzle tenderly, and then his nose; Jonathon giggled and rubbed at it. "That tickles, silly."

"Can't help it..." Brad rumbled. "You've got the cutest fucking nose..."

"Heheh, stoppit!" Jonathon squirmed away from the wolf's eager oral appendage, and then abruptly dodged around and was on the wolf's side. Brad tried to turn his head, surprised, but then he felt something warm and wet run up the side of his ear, and he grabbed hold of his boyfriend's shoulders.

"Oh shit..." Is he gonna do the thing?

The wolf almost flinched when the tongue came back, shuddering as it molested the lower corner of his sensitive ear, which was trying its hardest to flick back against the pressure.

"Heheh, like that?" Jonathon murmured, paws around him, cuddling close, hunched awkwardly over the center console. "I can lick random body parts too..."

He began almost grooming the wolf's ear, like a feral, a little on the inside, on the top bit, around at the back with his nimble tongue. Brad clung to his shoulders and whined, eyes shut tight. This had always been such a stupid thing, in his opinion, the way he reacted to this whole region and tongues. He hoped he'd washed his ears good, as the raccoon poked his whiskery little nose into that triangular orifice.

"Aaaah," he whined, shifting and flicking. "G-go down now..."

"Down?"

"Neck..." Brad panted. "Neck's really... Ack..."

Jonathon dove right into it, with that not-entirely-complete information. His nose dipped down to the base of the wolf's skull, and began a snuffling, cursory investigation. The feel of whiskers and huffing breath made the wolf freeze, as the other male nosed through his fur... and then began to gently lick the side of his neck.

Oh, crap, I forgot how good this feels...

He'd never had someone do this with a muzzle that pointy and whiskery, though. It was pretty incomparable, having his favorite nose running through his damp fur like a little hoover, while the tongue it neighbored squirmed and stroked that dorsal posterior region of his sternocleidomastoid that was so damn sensitive.

See, he had learned something in anatomy. Musculus sternocleidomastoidus, musculus gluteus maximus, musculus pectoralis major, musculus biceps brachii, musculus sartorius. Topic: answer key for Jonathon's future quiz on his boyfriend's major erogenous zones (excluding the obvious, non-muscular ones, of course).

Studying for that would be fun.

Brad nuzzled his face into the corner of Jonathon's neck and shoulder, cringing a little with each stroke. He gave the raccoon a few licks back, but it was too hard to concentrate with that tongue driving him crazy, so he just sat there and let the raccoon decide exactly how much mind-blowing was enough.

The raccoon was generous, and kept up the gentle stroking and nuzzling for quite a while, eventually nosing across the front of the wolf's neck and venturing onto the other side, making Brad tense and hiss and squirm all over again. Then he worked progressively back up the wolf's muzzle, and Brad met his lips with familiarity, affection, eagerness.

They kissed, and Jonathon tasted like Brad smelled, and it was silly amounts of hot.

Eventually, Brad pointed out, dazed, "I could... probably drive, here eventually..."

Jonathon giggled. "Whenever you're ready..."

"No point sitting here doing this when my apartment's all empty and waiting for us," Brad muttered, starting the car - it choked a bit, but rumbled to life easily enough.

"You started it," Jonathon remarked, wiping his mouth.

The wolf blushed slightly, backing out. "Heh, I suppose I'll take credit for that, yeah."

His dick was halfway out of his sheath and it was distracting! Dis-trac-tiiiing!

Brad coasted off of campus, his paw curled around the raccoon's as though afraid to lose contact with him. The streets in this part of town were quiet, now, and it was probably a good thing, since Brad wasn't exactly the most attentive driver at the moment. Really, it was scary to think how close everyone was to wrecking, considering everyone was this distracted at some point in time. What if the universe didn't have some sort of cosmic plan, and one day everyone tried to get somewhere with their significant other being sexy and frisky and distracting(!) in the passenger seat and an empty apartment only a few blocks away, and their breath fogging up the windows of the chilly car and Jonathon's pawdigits working their way into the hem of the wolf's jacket and...

Brad rolled into his parking spot, pushed the gear selector, twisted the key, gave Jonathon another kiss, intense and passionate. "Let's... let's go upstairs..." he gasped.

Jonathon nodded, and they vacated the car. The apartment building was quiet and dark, as was Brad's apartment, when he managed (on the third try) to get the right key into the lock.

Inside. Lights. Shut the door.

"Your roommate's gone?" Jonathon asked quietly, shucking off his jacket.

"Won't be back until five in the morning," Brad replied, removing his own.

The raccoon gave a little nod.

Brad reached out, and hit the lights again, now that they were free of their cold-weather garments. It was dark, and there was only moonlight, just like four nights before.

Brad gripped the raccoon's shoulders, nuzzling his forehead tenderly. "We're finally alone..." he murmured. It was such a great feeling. Such an incredible feeling, to just know that fact.

"Yeah..." Jonathon whispered, nuzzling back against the taller male's chin.

"I've been looking forward to this all day..."

"Only today?" Jonathon said, with a little chuckle.

"Welllll... I didn't want to sound creepy... but it might have been a little longer than just today..." the wolf said, playfully, giving the other male a soft kiss.

"Heheh, I figured..."

Kiss, kiss. "C'mere," Brad sait quietly, drawing the raccoon over to the futon. He sat down, and the raccoon hunched over him. They kissed again, and then Brad was slumping sideways and Jonathon was half-kneeling atop him, and their tongues were playing and venturing out of each other's mouths, to stroke across each other's muzzles and whiskers and noses. Jonathon still giggled and cringed every time Brad licked his nose, it was the cutest thing.

Brad leaned back and pulled the raccoon into a lying position atop him, wrapping his arms around the raccoon so they could cuddle. And that was how he got his first impression of something stiff and poke-y nudging him in the hip, as Jonathon shifted his hips and flicked his tail behind him slowly. Brad chuckled into the kiss, and then whined when Jonathon gave him a surprise neck-lick.

"Damn... now you know my weakness..." he murmured, nosing at the procyonid teasingly.

"Looks like the superhero doesn't stand a chance..." came the response.

"Hnnnn... so, are you the villain, then?"

"I am the one with the black mask," Jonathon cracked. And then they couldn't talk any more, because their tongues were occupied with each other again.

Brad worked his paws up under the hem of Jonathon's t-shirt, getting comfortable with the position and the wonderful sensation of having a nice guy - specifically this nice guy - kissing him in the face. Kissing him like it was going out of style. Such fluffy furs, with all the fluff and the fluffy! Like a sexy feather duster. A blanket with a dick. It didn't sound sexy, but when you had all the context and insinuation and feelings both physical and emotional, oh, gosh...

Speaking of dicks. His own was just right of Jonathon's, and they were both clearly excited, though Brad wasn't all the way hard. Making out tended to put his tool in a sort of floppy, can't-stay-in-my-sheath sort of state, which was quite enjoyable, a kind of heightened sexuality without being entirely up and ready for some fucking. Not that he wasn't ready for some fucking.

He was definitely ready for some fucking. Oh geez that was gonna be great.

He shifted his paws, sliding them up Jonathon's back under his shirt. The raccoon felt a little more chubby than he looked; he was really a pretty small guy, in the skeletal sense, with some chub over that. It was cute, though, he was a nice cuddly size, definitely not unhealthy. And that ass...

He could grope it now, Brad realized. So he did.

Jonathon chuckled, his own paws roaming over the wolf's shoulders and arms, feeling up the wolf's muscles, which were at least prominent enough to paw over, the way the raccoon was doing. And that felt nice, too. Everything felt nice.

Brad shifted so that he wasn't directly under the raccoon, and the other male took the hint and rolled onto his side. The wolf leaned up a little so he could come at the raccoon from above now, though he didn't particularly want to get on top of the other guy just yet. Cuddling was easier when you didn't have to support your weight, or make your partner support it for you. His paws worked their way up under Jonathon's shirt again, this time in front, and the raccoon inhaled, shifting reflexively; he seemed quite twitchy. Probably ticklish, Brad thought with a grin; he'd have to explore that reaction later. Right now, though, he didn't really feel like breaking the succession of repetitive mandibular melding they were engaged in.

Jonathon was a pretty good kisser, the wolf came to realize, and it made him grin. He was... active. Lots of tongue and lip movement. A little shy to start things, but quite passionate, once they had begun. And he seemed to really like making use of strategic tongue-free smooches and nuzzles, which Brad thought was adorable. That variety of kissing really didn't get enough appreciation, in Brad's opinion. Sometimes it was nice to just... feel. Not to flail at each other with their tongues and grind their lips together until they ached, but just... the gentle pressure of mouth on mouth, soft lips and that delicate balance of pushing and twisting, slow movements of the many muscles that controlled their facial union.

Fluffy guy.

Brad broke away eventually, breathing deeply and pawing at the raccoon. "Lemme..."

Jonathon looked at him, receptive. The wolf paused, and then quickly grabbed the hem of his own shirt, pulling it up his torso and over his shoulders. Jonathon watched; when Brad's head came out of the neckhole, he saw the raccoon's eyes gleaming.

The wolf tossed his shirt aside and began tugging on Jonathon's hem, mostly atop him now. The raccoon leaned up and helped him pull it up, squirming out of the suddenly constricting garment. It flew across the room and hit the back of the wolf's computer chair.

Then they came together again, a complex mesh of fluffy fur and roving paws, kissing and licking and making soft noises of contentment. Jonathon seemed to like the wolf's longish chestfur; Brad shivered every time his companion's paws traversed his torso, working from shoulders to waistband and back, petting and combing.

"You smell so good..." Brad rumbled, dipping his head in between kisses to nose at the raccoon's chest and lick him a little bit. He angled his head up, digging his chin into Jonathon's fur, and looked up to see the other male looking at him, panting. Jonathon's paws were on his shoulders, and the raccoon's stripy tail was buried underneath the two, before emerging from between Brad's legs, flicking sporadically.

The raccoon looked back at him, all rough breathing and shining eyes in the darkness.

Brad leaned over his boyfriend, nuzzling him gently, while his roaming paws descended and found their way to the raccoon's waistline. There was a button there, and in between his distraction by tongues and teeth, Brad found it undone in his paws. A tug sideways produced that familiar zrrrrp, and then there was soft cotton, surprisingly warm, under his paws.

Jonathon lay under him, shivering a little, paws pressed to the wolf's chest.

Brad drew back, and felt the raccoon's breath huffing in his face. "Do you wanna... go to my room? Probably more comfortable..."

Huff, huff. "O... okay..."

The wolf smiled and nuzzled at him. "You're so damn cute."

"...Heh..." was the procyonid's reply, and the wolf crawled off him and lead the way. Jonathon followed, holding his pants up.

The room was lit with dim moonlight, filtering in through the windows, and was a fair bit brighter than the living room, to their dark-adjusted eyes. Brad went to each window and pulled the sheer curtains shut. He didn't particularly want to share Jonathon with the neighbors. The raccoon sat down on the side of the bed and watched him move to the other, shut, return, close the door.

Brad sat beside him, then, drawing him into another gentle kiss.

"I wanna fuck you..." he rumbled, a moment after. "You're so damn cute... I've spent all week thinking about this..."

Jonathon rumbled back, and nuzzled at him, and was fluffy and adorable and male and his. Brad put a paw against his shoulder, and complemented the gesture with a passionate kiss. With a soft push, he would have Jonathon on his back, and they could really make love.

The raccoon suddenly twisted his head and broke away, resisting the pressure of Brad's paw on him. "B-brad?"

The wolf blinked. "Yeah?"

"I..." The raccoon drew in a shuddering breath. "I don't know if I wanna do this."

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Uh oh.

I put quite a lot of effort into the specifics of each character's behavior in this episode. If the ending didn't surprise you, I'd be interested to hear what you picked up on. If the ending did surprise you, feel free to comment as well; I love dem comments.

See y'all next week.