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Twenty seven hours.

Sitting on a bus for twenty seven hours is enough to drive anyone insane, but for Jake, the trip was agonizing for a reason only partially related to the amount of time he'd spent on an uncomfortable cramped cloth-covered seat. The border collie's endless energy and bountiful enthusiasm kept him up mostly throughout the stormy night, and as the sun started to peak over the horizon, bathing the rolling plains in pink and golden light as it shone through broken clouds, his hazel eyes burned though he still could not sleep.

This trip had been planned months ago, to travel from Indiana down to Texas for a stay of five days. Jake looked out the window, tapping his white footpaw to 'jump' over every tree they drove past. He did not have to do it often. A smile crossed his lightly spotted muzzle, and he couldn't stop himself from giggling. This was the first time he'd get to see Eric in person, and he had saved and saved in order to be able to afford this trip. For a college kid like him, Spring Break was the only time he would have, unless he wanted to wait until summer.

How long had they been talking to each other, two years, maybe three? It started on a Counter Strike server back when Jake was a junior in high school; there was some guy with a really hot voice giving commands, and Jake had said as much. That meeting wasn't the last as they played many games together, from Sven Co-Op to Starcraft to Halo and an assortment of other games. They'd started talking outside of games, too, and now, here he was, set to spend a week down in Austin.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. This was the first time he'd ever even stepped foot out of his home state, much less even traveled more than thirty miles. Ivy Tech was just in the next town over, and he made that trip on a motorbike. 1125 miles was a bit out of his league. A plane ticket was even more outside his means, so a bus was the only way he was going to be able to see who would hopefully become his boyfriend.

Jake clutched his backpack in his arms, and adjusted the plain leather collar around his neck. That apparel wasn't too uncommon where he lived, especially for dogs, but he'd heard stories about how homophobic Texas could be. It wasn't as if he were decked from ear to tail with rainbows, but a passerby, if questioned, would probably assume his pitch wasn't all too straight. The fact that he was a chocolate tricolor didn't help; back where he lived, he'd yet to meet someone like him who wasn't gay. An anecdotal coincidence, sure, but it didn't help him with his nervousness. He had deigned to dress extra plainly, though, wearing just a blue shirt and jean shorts.

The sun crept higher into the sky, reached its zenith and had just started down its path when the bus pulled into the Capital Metro Park & Ride. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Jake slipped off the bus, stretching out as his paws hit the cement. He had expected to be hit with a wave of heat, but no, the air was pretty comfortable, if a little bit humid, with temperatures in the low sixties. All around him, furs shuffled about, embracing family members or finalizing car rentals or whatever it was that they were doing. The border collie clutched the strap of his backpack tightly, his paws cemented where they were. As the bus prepared to depart, he didn't see anyone waiting for him.

"You getting on?" a voice said behind him, and Jake turned to see the bus's driver. He shook his head 'no'. "If you're not, you need to head inside and wait for your pick up."

"Huh? Oh, right. Okay," Jake stammered, forcing himself to move off the loading bay and into the central lobby. There were rows of chairs lining the edge of the room, with small islands in the middle. It was to one of these islands that the dog took a seat, his deathgrip on his backpack not loosing at all.

There he sat, his footpaws tapping incessantly, his thumbs twiddling around as he glanced this way and that. There was a tingling along his thigh, his phone maybe? That spark of hope was more than enough to get his heart racing as he scrambled to pull his phone, an old mono-color flip phone. He flipped it open, his paw quivering. One new message!

As his fingers pressed worn buttons with practiced skill, his ears perked, only to fall seconds later. The text, [Did u make it there safely?], was from his mom. He quickly scrolled through his most recent messages before finally returning to hers and responding, [Yeah, just waiting at the bus stop.] His mind spun. Didn't Eric know he was coming today? Was he just running late? He scoured his text messages again, looking for something, some clue, some statement that he might've overlooked. Did something happen to him? If he took a nap, would Eric miss him? Out of all the things that could go wrong....

"Hey, are you Jake?" The border collie snapped out of his worried stupor to look at an absolutely gorgeous bobcat with slick fur coat that ran the range from auburn to ashy gray to snow white, with rich black spots. He wore a black t-shirt imprinted with the image of Kirito from the anime Sword Art Online and baggy cargo pants that almost covered his footpaws. His hair matched the color of his fur, and though it was somewhat long, the lynx kept it loosely groomed. Jake nodded his affirmation, his breath taken away. The lynx grinned and held out his paw. "Cool! I'm Troy. Eric sent me to pick you up. Couldn't find a parking spot worth a damn, though."

Now it was Jake's turn to smile, and he took Troy's paw into his, standing up. The lynx's paws were soft, but firm, and Jake found himself hoping that his pawshake wasn't lacking. The boy in front of him stood slightly taller, maybe two inches at most, so five-foot eleven, six feet tall max. "Troy, huh?" he said after a brief pause, trying to muffle the beating of his heart. What had Eric said about him? Try as he might, he couldn't even remember a time that the guy had even mentioned he had a brother. "I'm sorry, I'm tired. Eric never really said...."

"Yeah, I know," Troy said, taking it in stride. He guided Jake to stand, and then led him out of the building, into the parking lot, paw still in tow, a fact the border collie did not miss, and instead, quite appreciated as he yawned and rubbed at his eyes. "He's doesn't really tell anyone anything, but you get used to it," he was saying. "So, you're in college, huh? 'Bout to graduate?"

"No," Jake said, flushing. Even for his age, people would tell him that he looked young, but this had been the first time anyone had thought he were older. "This is just my second semester. I'm just a freshman."

"Seriously? How old are you, anyways?"

"I just turned nineteen in February." Troy turned towards the border collie and let go of his paw, frowning. Jake cringed and splayed his ears. "Is... is something wrong? Did I...."

"No, no, it's just that you're a bit younger than me. I though Eric would date someone closer to his own age."

"What do you...?"

"You know he's 27, right?"

Jake hadn't known that. Was it something he missed? Try as he might, he couldn't think of a time when Eric had told him his age. "Are you serious? You're shitting me, right?"

"I shit you not, he's seven years older than me."

"I mean, I thought he was in school! He always talked to me about classes and stuff."

Troy shrugged his shoulders. "Well, he is, technically speaking, I guess. He's working on his Master's. Ah... here we go." The two had arrived, several rows away from the station, at the lynx's vehicle, a beat-up goldenrod soft-top Jeep Wrangler. Mud caked the wheels, and the lines were beginning to rust. Troy opened his door with a grunt and practiced effort, the hinges squealing in displeasure. He reached over, popping the lock to the other door and pushing it open for Jake. The acrid scent of tobacco hit the collie's nose immediately, causing him to sneeze and crinkle his nose. "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I smoke in my jeep sometimes."

"It's okay," Jake said, rubbing his nose as he climbed into the seat, searching for a place to buckle his seat belt. The charcoal cloth-covered seats were tattered and stained with dark splotches, and wrappers and empty bottles and cups littered the floor. "It's no worse than my room," he admitted with a sheepish grin, scratching behind his head. It was an understatement to say the least; Jake's dorm room had been trashed only a week prior, and only under threat of eviction did he finally get around to cleaning it.

It took two attempts at cranking the engine before the jeep finally started, but when it did, it purred and rumbled, and Troy patted his dashboard. "Good girl," he said with a grin, pressing down on the clutch, putting the gear in reverse and backing out of his parking spot, looking over his shoulder as he did so. Part of the driver-side mirror was cracked, and the passenger-side one was missing completely. The rear-view mirror dangled by hastily applied duct tape.

As they started moving, the lynx glanced over towards Jake, who sat quietly, clutching his backpack. "Hey, don't be so nervous!" he said, reaching over and rubbing behind the collie's ear.

"Sorry," Jake stammered, looking up and trying to smile, his eyes fluttering from the lynx's touch. "It's just... shit... I just can't believe it. Eight freakin' years. And he sends you to pick me up instead of coming himself, no offense."

"None taken."

"I mean, damn... it just makes me think, ya know? I told him all sorts of stuff and I didn't even know how fucking old he is!"

"Hey, calm down, dude," Troy said, continuing to rub Jake's ear lightly. The collie's eyes closed while his tail thumped against the seat. "Eric's a dick, sometimes, but he can be cool, too."

"Maybe..." Jake stared out the window, watching the world go by as Troy pulled out of the Park and Ride's parking lot and made his way to the interstate. The lynx drove aggressively, but he had to; the other drivers were just as vicious, changing lanes without signaling, accelerating at yellow lights, and more than once, Jake had to brace himself during a hard brake. But despite all that, they made it to the highway, and the collie found the silence just too much to handle. "So... um... you like anime?"

Troy grinned, slouching in his seat and holding the steering wheel with one paw. "Heh, only good ones. Like the shirt?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah, SAO's really cool. What other ones do you like?"

"Uh... let's see. I guess, Trigun, Outlaw Star, Elfen Lied-" Jake cringed. "What, you don't like that one?"

"I can't handle gore," the collie admitted. "It makes my legs tingle and stuff. I like animes with monsters and magic and stuff. Like Orphan or Slayers or..." Jake squeezed his backpack to his chest. "Pokemon."

"Nothing wrong with Pokemon. I was always more of a Digimon fan, though," Troy said with a nonchalant shrug.

"Really? You don't think I'm a baby for liking it?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"Well, no, but..." Jake's cheeks warmed with hints of blush, and he found himself feeling very shy. "Hey, uh... so, like, are you seeing anyone?"

"You mean, like dating?" Jake nodded. "Nah. There's a girl I see from time to time, but nothing serious."

The collie's shoulders slumped down a bit. "Oh, I gotcha..." A yawn rose up within him, and his eyes burned with increased intensity. "I'm gonna take a nap, okay? Didn't sleep too well on the bus."

"Suit yourself. We got like an hour and thirty, anyways." Jake propped his chin up against the window with his paw, his elbow resting on the door frame. The jeep's rattling soothed him, somehow, and within moments, he had drifted off into a light sleep. It was only when the vehicle started rocking violently that he awoke, rubbing his eyes as they turned left on to a dirt road. Trees and brush violated their space, scraping at the jeep's exterior with their branches. The dirt road opened up into a clearing. "Hey, Jake, you awake? We're here."

"Y-Yeah," the canine stammered, unbuckling his seatbelt once the jeep came to a stop. The solitary house they'd stopped in front of was old, maybe fifty years, it looked like. One story, it had a wooden porch that looked recently painted, though the rest of the house had yet to see the same treatment. There was an AC unit underneath each window, and part of the house looked liked it had started to shift away from the rest. The grass in front of the house was uncut, but kept low by constant travel. There were two cars here; one a newer looking Ford F-250, a big blocky monster of a truck, navy in color. The other car was an old white buick, its paint half gone and replaced by rust, parked on the other side of the clearing, propped up on blocks as its tires were gone.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but it's home," Troy said, with more than a hint of pride. "It's been hard since Dad passed, but we've managed."

Another thing Jake didn't know about, but he just shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, but Troy just shrugged. "Is that Eric's?"

"Yeah, he just got it a couple of months ago. His new job pays a lot better. C'mon, better introduce you! Excited?"

"Y-yeah," Jake said, though his voice was more reserved. His heart, on the other hand, beat with a fury, and his gut tangled into knots. This is what he'd come down here for, after all. For a whole day, he'd sat on that bus, his butt sore and his back aching. He pushed open the jeep door and stepped out, his paws sinking into the soft grass. The humidity hit him all at once, and he started panting. It might not have been hotter here than at the Park and Ride, but it certainly felt like it was. He followed the lynx up to a sliding glass door, his heart racing faster with each step.

"Hey, bro, we're home!" Troy called out as he unlocked and slid open the door, but no response greeted them. Instead, Jake's ears could pick out a faint voice, shouting behind a closed door somewhere deeper in the house. They stood in a small greeting room on paneled flooring, immediately facing a wall, with a brown couch pressed up against it, opposite of the front door. A large bulky CRTTV was wedged up against the corner, an anime playing on its screen. "I'll take you to your room. Follow me."

Troy gave him a brief tour. They moved from the greeting room into the tiny kitchen, and from there, down a short hallway. The first door on the left was the bathroom; the second door was Troy's room, and the door opposite that would be his. Like the rest of the house, it seemed, Jake's temporary room had no carpet and was rather plain in terms of furnishings. His bed was a Full, with white sheets and a burgundy comforter that almost matched the floor but not quite. There was a dresser with a mirror and a nightstand next to the bed, but other than that, the room was empty. Jake set his backpack on the dresser. "It's nice," he said politely.

"It's okay. I'm gonna get Eric. Make yourself at home. We got coke and beer in the fridge if you're thirsty."

When Jake nodded, Troy ruffled his hair before leaving him to his own devices. When the lynx left, the collie let out his breath. He'd been holding it for a while now. "I guess I could change," he said to himself, unzipping the backpack and pulling out a laptop. He set that on the bed before looking back in, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for, another collar, though this one was far more colorful and vibrant than the plain brown one he currently wore, changing colors depending on the angle you looked at it. Unfixing the plain one, he had just latched the new one on when sharp, angry voices reached his ears.

"What do you mean, you're leaving? He came all the way down here for you!" That angry voice was Troy's.

"I know, I know," said the other voice, who had to be Eric. This one wasn't so much angry as tired, maybe frustrated. "But this is an emergency. I have to go."

"But you're a volunteer! This isn't your job!"

"I'm not going to argue with you, Troy. I have an obligation to the state and I'm going to uphold that."

"Don't you have an obligation to your boyfriend?"

"He's not...." the voices suddenly got a lot quieter, but that phrase struck Jake like a sandbag falling from thirty feet up. His legs suddenly weakened, and he had to sit on the bed to keep from hitting the ground. His mind spun with so many emotions, none of them good. 'He's not', Eric had said. Maybe that wasn't what he meant. Maybe he was saying something else that couldn't be heard. Jake rubbed his hindpaws together, shuffling them. His chest ached horribly, and when knuckles rapped on the door, he flinched in surprise, almost losing control and shedding a tear. Eric stood there, an almost splitting image of his brother, though his hair was much shorter, groomed, and the lynx wore a tan jumper with a 'First Response' logo emblazoned on the front. "Hey."

Hey? Is that all he could say? After all the effort he went through to come down here? Jake swallowed roughly. "Hi" he said after a moment, his voice quivering. He wanted to say more, a whole lot more, but the words just wouldn't come. "You... you're leaving?" was the most that he could muster up.

Eric approached, tentatively, and sat next to the collie, lopping an arm around his neck and tugging him close. Jake returned the favor, hugging the lynx, but the squeeze was not nearly as warm and loving as he'd imagined so many times back home. "I'm sorry. I really am. There was a horrible disaster up in the Panhandle. An eF4 tornado went through Amarillo. I need to go up there to help with the cleanup and aiding the homeless." Eric kissed the dog on his forehead. "I really was looking forward to spending time with you."

"But you'll be back soon, right?" Jake asked hopefully, his ears perking and his tail giving a swish.

The feline sighed and shook his head. "Probably not. They'll have us out there for a few days, most likely. I won't be back until it's time for you to go. I'm really sorry."

Jake smiled and looked up at the taller bobcat. He was handsome, but he could see the age difference. That wasn't what he'd wanted. "It's okay," he said. It wasn't. There was such a weight on his cheeks that he wasn't certain if he could keep the smile going. It felt like he'd been punched in the chest. "You have to leave now?"

"I'm afraid so."

The collie's stomach twisted into a knot, so tightly that the strands began to fray. "Well... um... it was... uh... nice to meet you, I guess." What could he say? Why wouldn't the words come? His heart beat in his throat; he thought he'd vomit. He felt his forehead burn while chills ran through his body.

"Yeah. Well, my home is your home. We have lots of food, so just make yourself comfortable, alright? Gonna see me off?"

"Yeah, sure." But sending Eric off wasn't the hardest thing for Jake. As the lynx climbed into his oversized truck and pulled out, fighting off the wave of regret and anger left the collie exhausted. He slid the sliding door shut and fell back against the couch, holding his head. It started with just one tear, then another, rolling down the bridge of his snout, until he couldn't stop it. Even when a paw touched his shoulder, he was past the point of being able to quell his tears.

Troy sat next to him, rubbing his shoulder gently. "He's gone?" Jake could only nod. "Look, I'm sorry. What he did... that was pretty shitty. If you wanna be alone, I understand."

"No... fuck, no!" Jake rubbed his eyes in vain, only getting his paws wet. "The whole point of me coming all the way down here was so I wouldn't be alone!" He shook his head in frustration. "Stupid... that's all I am... coming here was stupid."

"No you're not." Troy took Jake's paw into his own, holding it in a way that caused the latter's cheek to flush again. Why did that keep happening? "Besides, you won't be alone. I have tonight and tomorrow off. We can hang out."

The dog wiped his eyes with his free paw. "Thanks, but... it's not the same."

"Why not?"

"Well... he... Eric, I mean, um..." Jake's blush deepened, and he started to fidget again. His ears splayed to the side. "It's not like it really matters, anyways..."

Troy let go of Jake's paw and tapped him on the chest, standing up to head into the kitchen. "Gonna get a beer. You want one?"

"But... I'm not twenty one yet..."

"So what? Neither am I. 'Sides, now's about as good a time as any to start." Troy swung open the freezer and pulled out two bottles of Miller High Life, the glasses heavily frosted while the golden liquid inside looked smooth and pure. He popped the caps off both, and slid back over to Jake, handing the collie one bottle while taking a sip of the other.

Jake held the bottle tentatively, as if it'd become a snake and bite at him. It certainly looked pretty, but when he held the bottle to his nose, the pungent stench of alcohol made him recoil. "Eh... I dunno...."

"Don't smell it, dude, just drink it. It's probably gonna taste like shit at first, but once you get past it, it gets better."

The border collie let out a small whine before lifting the bottle to his lips. His heart started to race from the surge of adrenaline that started flowing through his body. 'Okay... three... two... one....` he thought, before finally tilting the bottle up and letting the cold golden liquid flow into his muzzle. He grimaced at the sudden bitter taste, but on Troy's word, he kept going, and sure enough, the bitterness slowly faded away. The carbonation almost made him giggle, and it definitely started to lift his spirits a bit. When he finally lowered the bottle, he blinked in surprise. The once full bottle now only had a third of the contents remaining. "Woah..."

"Yeah, good shit, huh?" Troy said with a smirk as the collie polished off the rest of the bottle. "Want another?"

"Uh, yeah... sure." Jake wiped his muzzle, his blush only a little bit more pronounced now. The lynx wandered off, only to come back holding a case holding six more bottles and a bottle opener. He handed Jake another bottle, toasted him, and they both started anew, going on for another two hours, and through half another case. They talked and laughed and giggled, growing louder as the bubbles seeped into their brains. After his seventh bottle, the beer didn't taste bitter at all, and while he couldn't really place the flavor, it still had that fun tingle, like an ice cold Coke or 7-Up.

Troy tapped him on the shoulder again. "Hey, man," he said, his accent far more drawled than before, "I'm gonna go take a wizz."

"Suuure," the collie slurred. "Just don't disappear like your bro!" The two of them shared a laugh, but when the lynx turned the corner, out of sight, Jake's grin dropped like a rock, and the dog began to sniffle. What did it matter if he cried now?

When the lynx returned, he found the collie chugging a bottle. "Woah, dude, chill out!" he said, rushing and pulling the beer away from Jake. "What the hell, man? You'll get sick if you do that."

"What does it fucking matter?" Jake snapped, folding his ears back. He lowered his head. "Sorry...."

"What's gotten in ta ya?"

"Your brother, dude! I came all the way down here and he just up and ditched me! We were... I dunno! I don't know what to feel right now!"

"Yeah, I was pretty pissed, too. That was a dick move."

"I mean, I know he had to go with his respo..." Jake burped, then hiccuped, "responsibilities and stuff, but... but I spent four hundred bucks to get here. I don't have four hundred to spend! I'm totally broke now, and he just goes off and ditches me! He's such an ass!"

"Jake...."

"And what did he mean, 'We're not'? We're not, what? Boyfriends? He doesn't care about me?" Jake covered his muzzle with his paws, the speeding trains that were his emotions accelerating until they slammed into each other. The border collie broke down, his shoulders heaving with each sob. "Of course he doesn't fucking care! He's an adult! I'm just a stupid kid! He didn't even say 'I love you' when he left!"

"That's not true. You're not...."

Jake glared at the TV, his eyes too hazy and blurred with tears to even make out what was on. "I am! I'm still a fucking teenager! Guess what? I'm still a virgin! I haven't even fucking kissed another guy before! This was supposed to be my chance, and it's fucking gone!" He burrowed his head into his paws again, sniffing as his nose began to run.

"C'mon, man, don't act like this," Troy said, grabbing a hold of the dog's paw and pulling it close to him. Jake resisted, but the bobcat didn't relent. "There's nothing wrong with any of that."

"Yeah there is! You don't know what it's like!" Jake wiped his eyes, not looking at the boy next to him. "I dreamed about this every day for the past year, ever since he told me he liked me back. It's not like I didn't have chances, ya know... there's this cute boy in my dorm and stuff, but I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted to... you know...." Sighing in defeat, Jake raised his free paw to his forehead, balancing it on his knee. "I just... I thought he got me, and... I get here and there's so much shit I didn't even know. I'm just fucki..."

His words were cut out when Troy grabbed his muzzle and guided his head to turn. It wasn't a forced grab, but the surprise paled in comparison to what followed, as the lynx pressed his lips against Jake's. The kiss wasn't hard; instead, Troy brushed his nose against Jake's, giving just a peck at first. It wasn't until the collie responded in kind that Troy let go of his muzzle and laid his paw on Jake's shoulder, squeezing gently but firmly. They kissed for several minutes before the lynx finally pulled away. "Well, I found one way of getting ya ta shut up."

Jake's heart pounded at a thousand beats a minute, his chest warm, his muzzle tingling. "W-why?" he stammered, a solitary tear rolling from his cheek, the last of its kind.

"Fuck my brother, dude," Troy said. "If he wants to ditch ya, fine, but damn it, I can't watch ya beat yourself up over it. Ya wanna get laid tonight, fuck it, let's do it!"

"B-but... what about your girlfriend? I thought you were straight?"

"Nah, man, I swing both ways. Anyways, she's not my girl. She's just a girl I have fun with sometimes. Nothing romantic. She's so dense, she doesn't even know what a fuckin' Xbox is."

Jake glanced down towards his paws, trembling a bit. "I... I don't know...." That would be the ultimate shitty move, cheating on Eric while he was away. On the other paw, what did it matter? He didn't owe Eric anything. On the lynx's own words, they weren't boyfriends, right?

"Well, it's up to you, man. I'm not gonna force ya or anything. Offer's on the table."

Troy started to open up another bottle when Jake reached over, stopping him. "Wait," he said, a look of apprehension flashing across his muzzle for a moment. "Maybe. I just... I don't know. I don't even know how to start." Jake hiccuped again, wincing at the painful little spasm.

"We could take it slow." Troy neared, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, but when he laid his paw on Jake's leg, the collie's heart began to swell, floating up from the dark pits from which it'd sank. The two kissed again, tentative only on Jake's part, but even that faded away, giving in to something else, a warm sense of belonging that made him crave more. Each kiss lead to another, deeper, stronger, and before the collie could return to his senses, he had locked paws with the lynx, pulling his legs up and sitting on his knees on the sofa. Troy broke the embrace just for a moment to run a digit over Jake's collar. "Heh, cute. You weren't' wearing this before?"

The collie blushed and splayed his ears. "I thought people might think it was too gay," he said sheepishly.

"You haven't seen gay yet," Troy said with a predatory grin, pushing back on Jake's chest. The collie fell backward, frantically scrambling to keep from slipping off the couch. He looked up with wide questioning eyes, only to be rewarded by a wandering paw that slide between his legs, pressing gently, but firmly, against his crotch and rubbing. The sound that slipped from the canine's lips only encouraged the bobcat, who knelt down and grazed the rim of Jake's ear with his teeth.

"Oh... oh, fuck," the collie whined, writhing underneath the larger cat. Between his ear and his crotch, his body burned with need. He could feel his loins tighten from the attention, and he squeezed at the couch in a futile attempt to keep himself from bucking. His legs shifted underneath Troy and his hindpaws scratched against the cloth fabric of the couch, but it wasn't until the lynx ran a thumb under his shirt and across his nipple that he began to moan. "God.... damn, Troy..." he panted as the other released his ear and started edging up the collie's shirt with his nose.

"Mmm," was the muffled response as Troy dragged his nose, inhaling the collie's scent. Unlike his own, Jake smelled of lilac, fresh and zesty, unspoiled. It wouldn't be that way for long. The collie giggled as Troy ran his tongue up to his core, but when the lynx's teeth nicked the tip of his nipple, the canine arched his back, immediately covering his muzzle in a vain attempt to stop the feminine squeal that had already escaped. Troy peaked out from under the shirt. "I see someone liked that," he said with a playfully vicious sparkle in his eye.

Jake's breath had been taken away, and he couldn't look at Troy from behind his paws. He could feel the heat from his blush radiating from his snout and cheeks. How could he have made such a sound?! "I-" he started to say before arching his back again and giving another moan while Troy slipped his paw back down to the collie's groin, fondling it while lapping at his nipple.

"I think you're a bit overdressed for this, don'cha think?" Troy smirked, pressing his advantage, and Jake could only watch and nod as the lynx grabbed hold of his blue shirt and tugged it over his head. The feline didn't do all the work, though, stopping after the shirt had passed Jake's snout. Instead, his paws worked, sure and steady despite the alcohol, unfastening the button to his shorts. The collie squirmed again; feeling another fur's paws down there felt odd, good, but so very odd. He raised his hips, letting Troy slide off his jean shorts, revealing a tented pair of purple boyshorts, slightly damp at the peak.

The collie laid there, paralyzed by an unusual mix of arousal, fear and lust. He began to whimper when Troy's paw lay upon his bulge, massaging it for a few seconds before finally unveiling his present, looping fingers around the elastic band and pulling the boyshorts to his knees. His swollen sheath had already started to pull back, exposing the deep red of his member, the sensitive flesh already shiny from the slick lubricating sheen that dribble from the tip.

Troy trailed the tip of his claw around the base of the collie's sheath, stimulating the nerves and bringing the boy's whimper up a few decibels. "You guys always had amazing cocks," he said, drawing the finger, nail exempt, up the length of the shaft. With his thumb, he teased the head, grinning as Jake clenched beneath him. "Pretty sensitive boy, huh? Never even had a handjob before?"

"No-oh!" The sudden warmth that surrounded his person sent Jake's mind reeling. Troy, cupping the collie's balls with one paw, guided the seven inch shaft into his muzzle. The boy didn't have that masculine musk, but the taste was still distinct, and as Troy bobbed his head, running his tongue along the glans, he couldn't help but purr with pleasure, and it took all of his willpower not to just slather the shaft with his saliva. His body quivering, Jake reached up with clumsy paws, running them through Troy's hair, whining and moaning with each new overwhelming sensation. He wanted to bang his head back; the feelings were so intense, what could he do? What was he supposed to do?

"Mmm, calm down, pup" the lynx said, pulling his head up and lapping his lips. Jake could feel heat equal to his own radiating from the cat, but Troy seemed so laid back.

"Wait, you're undressing, too?" Jake asked, wide-eyed as the lynx slid out of his cargo pants and tossed his shirt to the floor. His short fur outlined a muscular body, not a body-builder, but that of a guy who worked hard doing physical labor. In comparison, his was that of an starving college kid, thin and lanky. His eyes fell on to the lynx's groin, and his own member twitched in delight. As Troy pulled off his boxers, his member, easily an inch longer and just as thick, sprang to action.

"Well, yeah, how else are we gonna fuck?" The lynx asked, giving himself a small stroke.

"But," Jake's voice quivered, and he looked at the glass door, "What if someone sees us?"

"Then they'll get a good show. Besides, I'm gonna save buggering you for tonight. Right now is my fun." Jake pulled his ears back in confusion, but his blush intensified when Troy climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. The bobcat lowered his head until only an inch separated their lips. "Tonight's just the first of many, if ya want."

"I do," Jake said after a moment, and Troy kissed him. The collie's paws rested on his shoulders, while the lynx reached back, guiding that slickened member to the base of his tail, raising and lowering his hips while it slide between his cheeks.

"Ready, pup?" Jake didn't have time to shake his head before an incredible new feeling washed over him. He wanted to sit up, to hold Troy, but the lynx held his shoulder back while purring in absolute bliss. Time seemed to slow, and Jake's eyes started fluttering, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle. "That's a good boy," Troy praised once his hips met with the collie's. "Goddamn, it's been too long."

The lynx shifted, getting on his knees while still keeping Jake inside him. His hips started gyrating, and Jake started panting and bucking his hips. Troy grinned down at him, letting instinct take control as the once virgin failed at restraining himself and started thrusting into him. Jake's paws settled on the lynx's hips, helping him to drive in harder and faster, until his loins began to tighten.

"Hold up, there, pup," Troy said as he reached down, sliding his fingers around the rapidly swelling knot of flesh that pressed against his penetrated sphincter, eliciting a whine from the collie. "You tie me and we're done for the night. I got a lot more planned for ya."

Jake hiccuped in response, followed by a long, lustful moan as Troy began to tighten his hold, simulating a tie with his paw. The collie thrust again, desperate, but unable, but the paw felt just so, so good. His hindpaws curled and he squeezed his eyes shut, time seeming to slow to a crawl as a massive flood rolled from his balls, up his shaft and into the riding lynx, filling the feline with his seed. The orgasm lasted only a few seconds, but to Jake, it seemed like an eternity and a half before his mind cleared enough to speak. "D-Damn...."

"Mmm, damn's right," Troy said with a grin, leaning forward to kiss the boy underneath him. They shared that for several minutes while Jake tried to catch him breath. "A bit more practice and you'll be a right stud. C'mon, let's go watch a movie."

As the lynx became to rise, Jake's member slide free, coated with a copious amount of translucent goo; the same dripped from Troy's rump. The collie watched him, a smile on his muzzle. He may have been tipsy, maybe drunk, but this... this felt good, Eric be damned.