Pop The Cork
Jason flipped the light switch and looked around the cellar. "Pretty nice," he said, walking past the rack of wine bottles to the half-finished bar. "It'll look great when it's done."
"You're sure nobody's going to come down here?" Trey glanced up the stairs at the closed door, then peered around all the corners as if someone might jump out and shout, "Boo!"
"No," Jason said, "but they're drinking champagne, not wine, and they've got enough to celebrate midnight in all four time zones. I saw it in the kitchen." He checked his cell phone, lay it on the bar, then pulled the chain on the small ceiling lamp over the bar. Letting his leather jacket hang open, he posed against the polished wood. "There's room back here, if you're really worried. And you can flip off the light now." He let his fluffy white tail curl back and forth.
Trey followed the tail with his eyes, his grin slowly widening. "If you're sure..." He hit the switch, leaving the cellar dark except for the pool of light around the fox. His own long tail flowed behind him, feline ears cupped forward now. He padded up and placed his soft paws around Jason's midsection.
"I told you I'd take care of it." Jason inclined his muzzle up to the taller snow leopard and kissed him on the chin. "Can't break our tradition."
"You're sure this isn't one of your schemes to embarrass me in front of your friends?"
Jason's paws slid to the snow leopard's bare stomach, then worked at the fastening of his pants. "Hon, if it were, I'd be just as embarrassed."
Trey nuzzled between his ears. "I dunno," he said, unzipping Jason's leather pants. "I think you might enjoy it."
Jason arched his eyebrows, then pressed in closer, snuffling the fur at the base of Trey's throat. His paws worked the denim jeans free, reaching around to liberate the tail and then pushing them down.
"Hey." Trey pushed forward, shoving Jason behind the bar. "You said we could fit back here."
"Mm-hmm." The fox had the jeans halfway down Trey's thighs already. "I said if you wanted to." He knelt, bringing his muzzle in line with Trey's nicely full sheath and white sac. While his paws kept pushing the snow leopard's jeans down, he rubbed his muzzle against the soft white fur and then licked the tip of the sheath.
Trey gasped. "Foxy," he moaned, bringing his paws to Jason's shoulders and pushing the leather jacket off them.
Jason's tail wagged. He licked again, then licked at the pink tip when it appeared. His free paw pulled his own sheath out of his leather pants and started working it. "Don't have much time," he said. "Sure you're going to be ready?"
"You better be careful," Trey panted. "Still got...nine minutes left."
The fox pursed his lips around the pink shaft, drawing it out with each lick in movements as easy and familiar as the strokes he gave his own growing erection. Trey closed his eyes and purred, his tail's lashing slowing as Jason brought him to full hardness, the slender white muzzle sliding up and down his barbed pink shaft.
When Jason's rhythm faltered, Trey opened his eyes. The fox was pulling a bottle out of his jacket pocket and flipping the top open with his free paw. He glanced up, met Trey's eyes, and grinned. "Time?"
"Seven minutes. Plenty of--"
The door at the top of the stairs rattled. Trey's eyes opened wide. Before Jason could say anything, he dove on top of the fox, nearly flattening him to the floor. He wrapped a paw around Jason's muzzle as feet descended the stairs, and hissed in his ears, "If you planned this, foxy, I know what my New Year's resolution is going to be."
"Mmf mmmf mff!" Jason protested.
"You sh-sure this is okay?" A female voice, high and soft. She giggled.
"Don't worry so much." The raspy feline voice made Jason's ears shoot straight up. "Nobody comes down here. Now, quickly, heh heh, we only have five minutes."
Jason squeezed his eyes shut. Trey released his muzzle. "Please," Jason whispered, "put your paws over my ears."
"Who--"
The girl was giggling. "Oh, Professor!"
"My advisor," Jason whispered. "Please!"
Trey stifled a giggle and moved around to lie atop Jason, covering the fox's ears with large paws. He curled his hips in to rest against the fox's rear, ignoring the voices on the other side of the bar. The professor was saying, "My dear, my dear, you are...such a flower as May never bore."
Jason shivered, under Trey. "He's quoting Blake," he whispered. "God, I can still hear him." He levered himself up onto his knees and pulled his pants further down. With one paw, he reached for the bottle.
"I don't know if we should..." The girl's voice didn't sound as though she were objecting too strongly.
"As the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea--what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?"
Jason's whole body quivered. "Shelley," he whimpered, clamping his jaw shut. He shook the little bottle into one paw, then reached back and rubbed under his tail.
Trey's paws came off the small white ears at that motion. He leaned down and whispered into them, "Are we still..."
"Tradition," Jason breathed back. His body curled, letting his paw reach back between his legs to grasp Trey's shaft. It had softened some, but the touch of Jason's slick fingers brought it to life again.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmmm." The sounds of kissing reached them, of clothing fasteners being undone. Then the girl: "Oh... Professor."
"My...my dear, oh...you are as the blossoms on the hill in spring, you are the blush of sunset on a spring meadow."
Trey hurriedly replaced his paws on Jason's ears, pressing his own muzzle into the fox's ruff and trying to stifle his moans as Jason's fingers stroked him hard again. He couldn't help anticipating the tight warmth that would soon be around him, the thought alone enough to get him dripping pre onto Jason's paw. He nuzzled the fox's ear as the professor kept talking, and whispered, "Who's this?"
Jason panted. His paw guided Trey to his tail hole, his hips wiggling gently back and forth. "Now he's just making shit up," he breathed, pushing back until Trey's shaft entered him slowly.
"Oh!" The girl's voice was a high squeak. "Oh, yes!"
"Ahh...oh, my lovely," the professor said, in ragged pants.
Jason flattened his ears and Trey pushed his paws down against them, thrusting into the fox's rear. Jason was leaning on one elbow, stroking himself with his lubed paw, both of them moving together. Trey slid in and out in practiced rhythm, while Jason clenched his rear around the snow leopard's shaft and applied his fingers to his own shaft.
Another noise came to Trey now, of commotion upstairs. About a minute to go, he guessed. He pressed his hips tight to Jason's, drew his shaft out, then shoved it back in, speeding up. He flattened his ears as well, doing his best to drown out the professor's raspy moans and the girl's squeals.
Jason arched back against him, paw working quickly. His rear moved back against Trey and forward in time with Trey's own motions, both of them tense and shivering now, just waiting for the moment. The commotion upstairs grew louder.
"Uh...uh...UHHH!" The professor's voice rattled. The girl squealed again, then they both fell silent.
Trey kept thrusting, still holding Jason's ears tightly. When he heard the chants of "TEN! NINE!" upstairs, he let the fox's ears go and wrapped both arms around his chest. He was close, and so was Jason; the fox's paw sped up as the countdown went on. "FIVE! FOUR!"
Trey felt the surge at just the right moment, braced himself, and squeezed the fox hard, his body singing as the crowd upstairs cheered, "ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" He felt Jason's hips shudder in the same moment and smelled the fox's climax spurting onto the ground as he emptied himself into the fox. As he always did, he pressed his muzzle between the two white ears and gave Jason a long kiss as he came, holding him tight.
And a second later, the cell phone on the bar beeped its alarm.
"What's that?" The professor sounded startled.
"Professor, I'm not--I didn't--"
"Is someone else here?" They heard the professor get to his feet and pull up his pants. "Is..."
In one smooth movement, Trey grabbed Jason's jacket and threw it over the fox's head and shoulders, a moment before the scruffy face of a bobcat appeared around the bar. His eyes widened.
Trey put on his best snarl. "Ex_cuse_ me," he growled.
The bobcat backed away. "Oh! I...uh...so sorry to..." He turned and vanished from view. "Come on, dear."
"Someone was there? But Professor, you said..."
"Just get your skirt on and get upstairs."
Jason's body shook under Trey with silent laughter while they listened to the girl get dressed. Trey tried not to laugh, but it was impossible in that situation, and soon both of them were feeding off each other's laughter, shaking and letting out small giggling snorts. When the footsteps had hurried up the stairs and the door had finally closed, Trey howled with giggles and Jason collapsed under him.
"Oh my god," Jason said. "I can't believe...that was Penny! New grad students..."
Trey pushed harder into the fox, making him yelp. "You're lucky it was your professor," he said. "Otherwise I'd be sure you'd planned it."
Jason tilted his head back until he could almost meet Trey's eyes, looking down at him. "Would it help if I told you I love you?" Trey continued to glare down, letting out one snorting giggle. "Would it help if I told you there's a back door?"
Trey's muzzle split in a wide grin. He squeezed the fox again and nuzzled between his ears. "Life with you is never boring," he said. "Happy New Year, foxy."