Daddy Issues Part 2
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Balls. Did the guest room they gave him have to be so annoying well furnished? Sure it made him for comfortable, but did little to assuage the nagging guilt he was feeling over what had happened at dinner. It wasn't even his fault, really. What was he supposed to do? Tell them that their son was under the table blowing him? He was a victim of circumstance. Of course he was. But he was also painfully aware of just how much he enjoyed.
Shooting a glance back at the room's one and only exit, he silently cursed for the twelfth time that he was not afforded a lock. Then he turned to the small desk in the corner and considered, for the tenth time, propping it up to jam the door closed until the morning. He'd better decide soon. It was late, and he'd spent all of the night so far agonizing over it. Alex and Courgette were probably asleep by now and Reynard, if he was going to make his move, would undoubtedly make it soon.
Was he serious? Would he really come to see him tonight? Jessy walked over and lay a hand on the carved wood of the chair. Did he want Reynard to come... damn. Could he afford to have Reynard come... no. He heft up the chair and started for the door. Better not risk it.
Then, of course, the door opened. A young fox walked through with one hand in his pocket, and an infuriatingly casual air about him. Jessy froze and stood blinked for a few stupid seconds.
"What are going to do with that chair?"
Jessy blinked in reply.
"Were you- were you going to jam the door shut?"
Jessy repeated himself. Reynard closed the door softly.
"Oh come now. It wasn't that bad surely." Reynard advanced into the room, claiming swathes of territory unimpeded by the defending party. Jessy put the chair down. Reynard didn't stop at arm's length, he went straight up to him and put a hand under Jessy's chin. And in that moment of forced eye contact the killing blow was struck. Jessy was gone. Completely fucked. And if the bottle of lube Reynard was now holding in front of him was any indication, soon the fox would be too. By him.
"In your own time. I've done me." Said Reynard, forcing the bottle of Scentless Deluxe into Jessy's paw. He then set about undoing his collar shirt by the bed.
Did he have a choice? What would happen if he told Reynard 'No'. Well, he wouldn't be arrested. Probably. Reynard was old enough for this to be legal by the skin of teeth. He could pretty much right off Alex and Courgette as contacts and, indeed, as people he would want to be on the same continent as. He could also expect not to spend any more nights here, unless as a prisoner in some form of vigilante prison scenario.
"Before we're old." Jessy turned to... the now naked fox on his bed. Whom smiled. "Or before I'm old."
Well. Judging by the activity going on south of the waist line at the sight of said naked fox, Jessy's higher brain functions were pretty much just being dragged online for the ride right now. He unbuttoned his shirt and pants. While Reynard did the highly unsporting thing of bending over the side of the bed, hiking up his tail, and presenting his rear. Most ungentlemanly.
It also put Jessy even further from his usual love making mindset, in that he didn't really have a mindset right now. It was a kind of abject terror at the knowledge that his dick was currently dictating his every action. Sort of like a Body Snatcher.
A body snatching dick that became slick as he worked himself with a pawful of lube. His higher brain functions could see what was happening. They could see what was going on was dangerous but also hot in spite of, or more likely because of, how borderline immoral it was. But at this stage higher brain functions were just being dragged along for the ride. This was going through the motions, sexy motions.
He lay a paw on Reynard's backside as positioned himself behind him. His upper brain tried once more to veto his penis. No? Worth a shot. Then he deftly kicked Reynard's legs apart and incessantly pressed against, and then inside of him. It may have been a while, but this was not Jessy's first time at the rodeo, and he had far from forgotten how to ride this ride.
And it felt good. Incredibly good. For both of them, if the moans and lolling tongue of his partner were any indication. Reynard had not been exaggerating when he said he had been pre-gaming this, so Jessy glided right in, straight to the base of his knot. Reynard held him in so tightly and so warmly that he felt the life was being squeezed out of him. Like he would never be let go. But why would he want to be let go? Slowly, very slowly Reynard loosed. And Jessy could move. This was where things were different. This time, more than any other, with any other, Jessy was all business.
History may decree that he had indeed lost the war but he would at least score petty revenge points for being the most abrasive conquered nation he could be. His hips and legs were pistons. He was a machine. Reynard was going to be given no respite, no pauses for breath, and he certainly wasn't going to be allowed to control the rate of his own orgasm.
Jessy's paw wrapped around Reynard's own throbbing hardness, and began rough strokes in time with his thrusting. Jessy expected moans but the sounds he got from the fox beneath him were more like mewls. It was fucking adorable, and really only added another layer to the perverseness of the scenario. He leaned over him, using his free hand to press down on Reynard's back with his own weight. If this was the only dominance Reynard was ever going to allow him, he damn well going to exploit it.
There was a noise somewhere between as squeak and a gasp, signalling that Reynard had cum ropes onto the bedsheets. Jessy knew this, less form the sound and more from the wet jets brushing across his paw and the -OH MY GOD THE GRIP- around his cock. He rubbed his rapidly swelling knot into the pressure, grinding it against the muscle as Reynard's spasms coaxed and massaged Jessy to sputter inside him.
But he didn't quite tie, nor stop thrusting or stroking. If Reynard was going to treat him like an anthropomorphised dildo and control him using his own libido, then that libido would have a reputation to be reckoned with.
Reynard wasn't moaning now. His only sounds were exhausted pants, and the friction was starting to become downright uncomfortable for Jessy. It wasn't about the sex any more. It was about stamina, and who had more of it. Reynard may have held the cards at the diplomacy table, but Jessy was going to make sure he was top dog in the thick of it, during every war exercise.
Finally, Jessy was satisfied he'd made his point. But he would not show weakness in his moment of victory. He did not slump down on his conquest. He cradled them both onto the bed lying side-on, and allowed himself to slip out. The night stung stung compared with the warmth he'd been inside only a moment ago. Reynard was uncharacteristically quiet, save for the frantic breathing that mirrored Jessy's own.
Jessy briefly wondered how long they would stay there together, when Reynard made an effort to roll himself over and press in against his chest. The night then.
The old wolf, for he was painfully aware of how old he was in the presence of the young cream chested fox, began occupying himself by fondling the slick cleft of Reynard's buttock. His finger caught something, a part in the skin. His pads traced a line in the flesh. A scar?
"What's this?" He caressed the damaged flesh. Could he heal the fox with the right touch?
Reynard's voice was stoic. "A scar. I had a sphincterotomy last year."
"Ah." Jessy kept pressing the mark.
"That means they cut the muscle to prevent spasms. My arse had an abnormally tight muscle tone."
"You mean to tell me," his fingers pressed a little deeper, "that your arse used to be even tighter?"
Reynard pushed his hand away. "Most people who see me naked are polite enough not to stare." Jessy put his fingers right back where they were. Only, more there.
"I'm not really starring, am I?"
"Pervert."
Jessy pushed forward a little more. "Yes, I am a pervert." He said. "I've just had sex with a man, young enough to be my son." His fingers pressed a little deeper, then began to sink in. Reynard moaned as his wall was breached, and Jessy began to wiggle his fingers around inside him. "I just fucked my best friend's son with whom, as a boy, I used to play Hide-and-seek-and-grab-my-tail." Reynard was writhing against Jessy's hand now. "But YOU are the pervert who seduced me. You are the pervert who sucked me off, UNDER the table, AT dinner, in the presence of this own parents no less. You are the pervert who came into my room, with a bottle of lube and dropped his pants for me. I'd say that's worse, don't you agree?" Reynard huffed in response. Jessy pushed deeper. "Don't you agree?"
"Puh-puhossibly."
A thought occurred. In his current circumstance, in the throngs of subversive pleasure, Reynard was vulnerable in a way he was usually not. Jessy stopped wriggling his finger.
"Do they know?" he asked.
Reynard was briefly nonplussed. Probably more at the fact Jessy stopped, than the question.
"Know what?"
Jessy held a second finger to Reynard's passage, just in case.
"Do they know you're gay?"
Reynard blinked at him, then responded in droll monotone. "Of course not. Didn't you realise? They're both blind and de-aaaeeefff."
Jessy's second finger had made itself known. Fox had to learn his manners, which Jessy went about enthusiastically preaching as his massaged Reynard's insides.
"How did they react?" Jessy asked, quite pressingly lathing the direction of Reynard's insides he suspected his prostate lie.
"They don't mind." Jessy quickened his pace.
"Would they have minded if they found you under the table?" Reynard strained himself still, in spite of Jessy motions.
"Stop it." said Reynard.
Jessy did not stop. "Would they?"
"I said stop it." Jessy was sorely tempted to keep finger fucking him, but it wasn't playful now. Now it was about power rather than pleasure. A change in dynamic which Reynard's tone was able to bring across. Jessy stoped, then half-shamefully retracted his fingers.
"You could have got caught. You could have got me caught. Then what would have happened?" Reynard was quiet. "What would you have done?"
"I don't know."
"Did you ever stop to wonder what the consequences might have been if they found out? What would Alex and Courgette have done to me? Did you ever wonder if you would even be able to look your own parents in the eyes again? Did you even think?"
"No."
"No. You didn't." Jessy put his hands on Reynard's thigh. He didn't venture anywhere further down, but caressed the soft red fur as it melted into his milky undercoat. "What if they came in right now? What if they found us like this?"
"They won't."
"How do you know?"
Silence. Reynard hunched his shoulders to make himself seem just a little bit smaller. It was strange seeing the young fox apprehensive. He'd seemed so confident before. Like the world had laid itself before him, and he was doing it a favour just by being in it. It not older, the demeanour had made him seem more mature. Now Jessy saw a scarred, stupid kid. Christ what had he done!
"Have you done this before?" The wolf asked gently.
Reynard buried his snout into Jessy's chest tuft. "Once or twice. Not under the table."
"Only once or twice?" Jessy brought his paw up to rub the back of Reynard's shoulders. "You must have a real natural talent for it then. Why did you do it?"
"I wanted to get back at you for the tail grabbing comment, and as you'd managed to beat me at innuendos, I had to one up you somehow." Ah. There it was again. That cheeky fox grin. Playful, innocent (kina, sorta) and in possession of an innate desire to be liked. A kiddy grin. "That and you were kind of cute."
"I'm old enough to be your father. I know. I went to school with him."
"I know. I was surprised you were cute too. I expected you to look... older."
"Thanks, I guess. So... were those other two times with men my age?" "Your pillow talk is terrible."
"Just answer the question." Jessy's fingers traced down the line of Reynard's back in warning of where they had been not long ago. He was able to get to the curve of his lower back before Reynard realised that, yes, he really was going to have to answer.
"The second one was." Jessy's paw hesitated.
"And the first."
"My age."
Jessy sighed. "You know what I think." He brought his blue paw the rest of the way down and clamped down on Reynard's left ass cheek. "I think, that you may have surrogate daddy issues up the unbelievably tight and sculpted arse."
Fox did what foxes do, they misdirect. "Also possible." And then he kissed him.
So, that was a thing. Daylight was creeping through his blinds. And there really wasn't any reason for him to wear his glasses when it was still too dark to actually see the ceiling he was staring up at. Reynard apparently was not going to spend the night with him, as he had collected his clothes and left some time ago. Even he wasn't reckless enough to risk being caught by his parents in the wrong room.
His parting words had been, "Last night wasn't shit." Which was good. But also very, very bad. It was bad because it suggested he might do this again.
Only one thing for it. Jessy exhaled deeply. I have got to get the fuck outta here.
"Look Jess, we've already discussed this." The pine martin's voice bordered on whinny. "Unless you're willing to go to two hundred, there really isn't anything I can do to make the current owners set their affairs in order any faster."
"Then go to two hundred." Said Jessy. That gave the pine martin pause. It was almost comical actually, watching him in his pressed business suit on the other side of his desk completely dumbstruck.
"Seriously? Two hundred?"
"Is that a problem?" Jessy's nose wrinkled. Arthur may have been a good real-estate agent but his taste in colon was absolute shite. That, and he had no concept of less is more. He practically bathed in the stuff.
"No. Not really it's just... why the sudden change of heart? Getting you up to one-twenty-five was like pulling teeth."
"Something came up."
"You win the lotto or something."
"I don't pay idiot tax."
Arthur snorted. "Big promotion?" "Look, truth is two hundred is not THAT much of a stretch. I just didn't feel it was worth it. But fine. If you can streamline the contract, then do it."
"Okay. Seriously though, two hundred? They've already agreed to sign it over. If I'm honest two-hundred might be a bit of overkill. Do you want to narrow it down more?"
Jessy sighed. "Alright, one-fifty. How's that?"
"Fine. Fine." Arthur stammered defensively. "Are things that bad? I thought you were staying at a friend's place."
"I am."
"Then why so desperate to get out?"
I've started fucking their son. That makes for awkward co-habitation.
"It's complicated."
"Alright. I'll have a word with the owners. I should have a few options by Wednesday."
Wednesday. He could make it Wednesday.
"Fine. What time suits you?" Arthur glance to the little calendar on his desks right corner. "I think I could squeeze you in at four-fifteen. Just let Julie know before you leave."
"Alright. Thank you."
So that was that. A little incentive to speed things along. A slightly fatter commission for Arthur, and a slightly faster escape for Jessy. While Julie, this wickedly on-the-ball squirrel who practically ran Arthur's office for him, pencilled him in, he mulled over ideas on how he could avoid Reynard in for the next few days.
As desperate as he was to get out of Alex's house, and he was, he was not quite that desperate as to rush off unexpectedly. That might lead to awkward questions, or perhaps estrange himself from Alex outright. Even if raising the limit did mean Arthur got the current owners (the Goodwins?) Wednesday, that still only cut off two days of his expected stay. That still left tonight, and Tuesday.
He could show up uproariously drunk. That would probably ward Reynard off. But he couldn't do that. He couldn't show up like that in front of Courgette and Alex. Even less in front of their son in front of Alex and Courgette. That would almost as assuredly burn bridges, as much as them finding out. There was the option of just checking into a hotel, but that would offend, most definitely.
Plus, being so blatant in his attempts to leave might just set off Reynard's jilted lover response. He couldn't risk the little fox becoming so angry he did something stupid. Like tell.
No. This was better. It was known from the start that this was a temporary arrangement. Jessy moving into his new house sooner than expected was just the luck of the draw. The inescapable will of the universe. He had to accept that, surely.
Tuesday morning. No Reynard on Monday night. He'd left early Monday morning. Meeting, business etc. Then made sure to arrive late for dinner. Scarfed it, praised the cook(s), then dashed to his room. No interruptions. Jessy was starting to have the awkward feeling he may done something foolish in his zeal. Throwing money at the homeowners to move their exodus along may have been unwarranted. Maybe Reynard had gotten all he wanted, and was content to leave Jessy be for the remainder of his stay.
Those of course where the first thoughts that drifted through his mind, while laying in bed of the morning. He had ample opportunity to realise just how naïve they were while in the en suit. There he was, innocently brushing his teeth, ready to skip breakfast with the excuse he'd eat on the way, when this swishy little twink of a fox slipped in behind him and ran a chocolate paw across his chest and stomach.
"Morning handsome." Jessy's hand paused in the motions of back and forth, leaving him looking quite foolish with a toothbrush lodged in his muzzle and foam at his lips. "Mum is making pancakes and bacon. She'd hate for it to go to waste. You'll join us won't you?"
His hand was getting dangerously low. Jessy's sheath was also getting dangerously full.
"What are you doing here?" Except because his mouth was full of toothpaste it came out, "Mwat ahr hou doing hear?"
"Isn't it obvious?" It was obvious that his paw was still descending. And yes, it was indeed starting to pull down his boxer shorts. "Inviting you to breakfast. Oh. And for the record, it didn't escape my notice that you went out of you way to avoid me yesterday," his paw found its mark and began to squeeze Jessy's rapidly expanding sheath "and by extension Mom and Dad." His thumb caressed and rubbed the tip of Jessy's peeking erection, smearing pre and eliciting whimpers. "Now I can understand tip toeing around me if this is the way I make you feel," this was no longer foreplay. Jessy was enough out of his sheath, and Reynard's hand movements were akin enough to stroking for it to be full on masturbation, "but ignoring your hosts like that is just rude." Squeeze and stroke. Squeeze and stroke. "Come to breakfast."
Reynard's paws left him, leaving Jessy feeling strangely alone. Standing there with a mouth full of toothpaste with his shaft hard and pants down
"Oh, and we will be making up for wasted opportunities tonight, regardless of how late you arrive, or early you go to bed."
Crap.
Reynard found you then? That's what Alex said when Jessy came to the breakfast table, more presentable than Reynard had left him of course.
Oh Reynard found me alright! You're son found me, jacked me off a little and then told me to come to breakfast! I'm getting a little sick of your offspring using sexual extortion on me. But Goddam it if it isn't going to keep working!
And they did make up for wasted opportunities that night. In fact, Jessy was able to bring enough frustration to the bed to make up for his wasted opportunity to glass the little bastard. He thrusted and mounted him till it was painful. Then he KEPT GOING.
You leave my erection unsated, you little degenerate, and I will make sure it comes back to bite you, with a vengeance. You're prostate will never regain those perfect walnut dimensions, it will permanently have a massive indent in the shape of my cock!
...God I need help.
Wednesday morning, Jessy awoke from what can only be described as a sex coma. He couldn't keep doing this. He couldn't keep having dalliances with Alex's son, in his own house and not get caught. He also couldn't keep doing it because the façade of denial and forced civility he had to put on in his hosts presence was such a fundamental lie to his current state of being. It was making him emotionally dead.
And yet, maintain a façade of civility and denial he did. A few times that morning his performance could even been mistaken for disinterest. Right up until the point Reynard came to the table.
"So, Mr Lucon." He always referred to Jessy formally. Mainly because he thought it sent the wolf's mind reeling back to the night before in which 'Mr Lucon' usually preceeded 'Ohs' and 'Ahs' and had a very different, writhing context. He was right of course, so Jessy spent the rest of breakfast in a thin layer of his own excited sweat. "What are you plans for today?"
"I- I have a meeting with my real estate agent."
Reynard visibly wilted. "That's a shame." He said. "It's the last week of holidays so I was hoping to hear more about America. There's always tonight though."
"Yes. Yes I suppose there is."
Reynard gave a glance around the dining room. No parents in sight. He wore the sultry of smiles. "Of course," he whispered, "We could always play Grab-my-tail instead."
"Don't- don't you normally have to hide first?"
"Oh come now. Why wait to get to the fun part."
You've better have made some headway, Arthur. I mean it.
Common wisdom dictated that it was better to peel off a band-aid in one swift motion. This of course didn't actually lessen the pain, but gave you less time to whine about. Jessy mussed on this common wisdom, and how it might be applied to get him to overcome his inertia and open the fucking door he'd been starring at for the past five minutes. Okay, deep breath, clenched fists, eye of the storm, eye of the storm.
It was Courgette's turn to cook apparently. There was a fragrant aroma emanating from the kitchen as she pottered about. Alex was engrossed in a football game, curtesy of some of the many channels his T box afforded. Of course, ever the gentlemen, Alex greeted his guest.
"Welcome back. How did the meeting go."
"Well-"
"Bonsoir, Jessie." Courgette had come out from the kitchen to meet him... with Reynard. Of course.
"Hh- Hi. So, turns out the deal is going through faster than expected. I'll have the house by Thursday. I'm actually... actually planning to spend the night there. Thursday. Getting a bed in will be easy, and I'm happy to wait for the rest of the furniture to trickle in."
Courgette was the first to recover with the programed response. "That's wonderfull!"
Jessy stole glance at Reynard, then immediately regretted it. Icy didn't begin to describe it. Reynard's look managed to accuse Jessy of drowning his goldfish, using his tooth brush, and shitting on his lawn all at once.
"Congrats. When do we get to see it?" Alex came up with an outstretched paw, which Jessy was obliged to accept had to take.
When would he be able to host guests? A few months at least. Long enough for Reynard to find some other bundle of hormones to compliment his own, and forget about him.
"I'd want a few months at least to, to things in order and all settled. I'll keep in touch now, though. Should be much easier now that we're on the same continent."
"Are you sure you want to leave so early? It's no trouble for us to keep you. And your really don't want to live in a house that's so underfurnished."
Dammit Courgette, stop poking holes in this.
"I'd really rather start breaking things in. Get into habits. I'm a very hermity sort."
She was put off. He could see she was put off. But screw her, Jessy was getting him and his cock away from her son. She'd be grateful if she knew.
"I expect you to keep more contact then. Come on, I've got a game lined up."
In some ways, a lot of ways, Alex truly was the quintessential straight man. He had terrible beer out and everything. Jessy sat there, taking swigs of the unappealing YYY, staring blankly at the screen, understanding what was going on but not actually caring.
He'd never understood the appeal of watching professional sport. Playing it, yes, he could enjoy games and exercise, but he didn't understand why he would ever watch people on television having his fun.
Eventually the family, and their guest, sat down to what would be their last meal together. At least at the McCormick household. Dinner was... good. Very good. It did not, just to pick an example totally at random, taste like Reynard had tried to poison Jessy. At least not with anything you could taste, or was fast acting.
But seeing his face when he came into Jessy's room that night, for it was essentially a forgone conclusion that he would come on the last night they were in the same house, Jessy certainly believed he had at least considered the thought.
Reynard wasn't right. He wasn't strolling in like the conquering hero (or perhaps tyrant would be more appropriate), he was trudging like the defeated. The conquered. The slave awaiting his master's leisure. Like it was his job. His pants dropped, he leaned over the bed, and hiked up his tail.
"You know what I want." He said. And what could Jessy do, but oblige?
Well... supposedly he could make it something Reynard would actually be glad for, rather than ... mournful.
Jessy unbuttoned his shirt, but did not take it off. He prowled up behind Reynard and lay a paw to rest at the base of his tail. His other paw, he placed on the fox's shoulder. A little pressure, and Reynard's torso turned slowly around to face him. He was confused. This was not the usual procedure. It was also not the usual procedure when Jessy leaned down, and kissed him. At least, not this gently. It was a gentle touch at the tip of the muzzle. A delicate peck at the edge of the lips.
They lingered there. The slowly, ever so slowly, Reynard parted his lips so that Jessy could breath into his mouth. Reynard offered his tongue, and Jessy took it into his own mouth to taste.
It was the 'go ahead', the 'all clear', the 'point of no return'. It was liberation. Undoing his fly and belt was also liberating. Reynard had pre-gamed as usual. But now they slathered additional Scentless Deluxe on Jessy's throbbing length together. Some inevitably was smeared onto the edges of Jessy's open jeans, which had been left on, and would continue to be left on as removing them would require him to stop this. It was almost communal. The way the fox and wolf were lathering it on it would have been sensual even if they weren't stroking an erect cock. Removing the jeans was unnecessary anyway. That already had easy access to all the bits they needed.
Jessy almost felt a pang of sadness when they stopped. But soon enough Reynard made it clear that things were due to progress, and Jessy was left to work himself at the cleft of milky foxy buttock. He pushed in. A slick wolf paw wrapped around turgid fox cock, and both hips and paw began to move together. Another pair of hips soon joined in opposition to Jessy's own movements.
In contract to all the time previous, this remained slow and deliberate. Jessy never allowed his pace to increase from the starting tempo, despite Reynard's attempts to circumvent the pace. One. Two Three.
One thing that did change though, was the depth of Jessy's thrusts. As they closed in, and they were closing in, Jessy began to grind his knot further, and further into Reynard. Eventually it happened. And it happened perfectly. Like really, really good porn, they came together. Jessy's knot sunk, not entirely, but a little more than all the times previous. That was the sign. He didn't pull back. He kept pushing forward, and was rewarded by sinking further.
He was already swollen, but Reynard helped him along, keeping himself as accommodating as possible. That was all Reynard needed, a few more strokes of the paw, and the feeling of Jessy's cock in him in its entirety.
The fox came. Sputtering the belly fur of both parties, and making slick the space between their rubbing bodies. Jessy had already started to cum, every throb brought more ropes of seed, and now Reynard's clenching punctured his mind and made the pleasure almost unbearable.
Jessy didn't quite remember the moments proceeding. He was still seeing spots. He supposed that at some point they must have propped themselves on the bed. And his knot must have shrunk enough for him to dislodge himself as he was a little chilly.
What did he say? What could he say? Nothing had changed. He was still leaving tomorrow.
"Wow." That a boy. Go for the cheesy lines.
"Thanks, dad." Reynard must have been in a good mood. His sarcasm was merely scathing.
"Dad? That's interesting. And little bit creepy." He wrapped his arms around Reynard in a warm embrace, bringing the tips of their black noses to touch. "It really is creepy how much you look like Alex."
Reynard frowned. Then the frown hardened. Then the frown suddenly appeared to be forced to carry on, simply because while he was frowning he couldn't cry. Reynard turned himself away so that he was spooning against Jessy, but more importantly, not facing him.
It was such an abrupt change in character that Jessy felt inexorably guilty and confused all at the same time.
"Did he ever know?" The fox whispered.
"Know what?" Maybe if the wolf pressed his nose and nuzzled the back of the fox's neck he'd be sweet again. Worth a try, anyway.
"That you loved him?"
... AHHHHHHHHHH.
"I never told him." Said Jessy.
"So he didn't know?"
Jessy hesitated. Alex was smart. Did he? Jessy had never seriously entertained the idea before. No. No of course not. He would have given some indication surely.
"I don't think so."
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"Because he was straight."
"Were you ever going to tell him?"
"God no."
"Then why stay in contact? There wasn't anything for you."
"There was plenty for me. Alex happens to be one of my oldest and dearest friends, and so is your mother." He wasn't even lying.
"Bullshit. You must hate the woman that came between the two of you."
Did he really just say that about his own mother?
"There was never anything between your father and I. Not like that. And no, I didn't particularly like Courgette at first, but she is a very good person and I'm better for knowing her. And your father."
Reynard repositioned himself a little further away from Jessy and a little closer to the edge of the bed.
"Right. You put it all behind you."
Was he doing this? Like hell he was. Jessy pounced sideways and forced Reynard to look at him.
"Alright. Truth be told, no. I hated the fact that Alex was happy with someone else for a while. Quite a long while. And it hurt knowing he'd never feel the same way. It hurt for years, alright. But you know what? Time and a few thousand Ks distance can be very therapeutic. I grew up. I accepted it."
Reynard pushed him away and made to get up from the bed.
"Yeah right. Crusty old pervert. You're only here because I'm the clone of my dad that will sleep with you."
No. No you do not get to do that to me.
"Let. Go." Reynard's voice was icy. He was obviously surprised at how forcefully Jessy had grabbed his hand, maybe even a little afraid. That was fair. So was Jessy.
"No. No you do not get to say that and just walk away."
"I can do whatever I want. This is my-"
"Parent's house." Jessy finished for him. "So what do you do after walking out? Tell them? Ignore me? Because I will not be ignored after this."
"What are you going to do? Force yourself on me? Vous malade baise!"
"I'll wager you've just called me a nasty name. But no Reynard, I'm not going to rape you for God's sake. You came on to me. You came into my room. You wanted this. You must have. And if not, then just what the hell did you want?"
Reynard hesitated. "I wanted..."
"Love? Fun? The kind where you pull one over on the old crotchety pervert. To be the bad boy? The problem child. To a secret laugh at your old man, 'Ha ha I fucked your friend'? Well guess what, you're not the only one who can be complicated and fucked up. I... oh my God. This WAS about surrogate daddy issues. You're upset because you think I only want you because of your dad."
Reynard opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Then he suddenly seemed to find bit of wall extremely interesting. Then because he didn't have anything else to use, he pulled Jessy up on semantics. "Saying I wanted you to love me kinda makes a lot of assumptions."
"Lust for you then. Alright, I admit it. When I saw you for the first time it was a bit like looking back in time to when Alex and I were young and impetuous. And you were obviously gay," at this Reynard's ears flicked in annoyance, "so yes, for a moment it was like one of my old fantasies come to life. But you are not your father, Reynard. That has already become abundantly clear to me. And it is YOU that I am thinking of whenever you are not around me."
Reynard gave him a look. "Then why are you leaving?"
"Because- be- are we really having this conversation? I can't stay here, Reynard. I can't live in your parent's house. And before you start, I cannot purchase a property in this suburb. I cannot be anywhere near you, Reynard. I can't trust myself around you. You're too good, you're like a drug. Eventually, no matter how careful we are, we'll get caught and I cannot fuck up like that. I cannot return to a normal life with you around. You're that dangerous for me. And you're Alex's son. It guts me that I could do this too him, and it guts me that I could do it with someone so young. I'm the bad guy here, Reynard and I hate that."
Reynard stared for a time. The fire had gone out of him. Eventually he seemed to digest the meat of what Jessy was saying, which he still didn't like. But in a different way.
Reynard said a single word to him, "Lâche." Then padded out to his clothes on the floor. He pulled his cargo pants, and opted to carry his shirt with him out the door. When he reached the door, he place a hand on the knob, then stopped to consider. "I just called you something," he said without turning, "I said it in French because I didn't want you to understand, but you know what? I think I want you to know what I said." Now he turned to look Jessy dead in the eye and opened the door behind him. As he walked out backward, pulling the door shut in front, because of course he wouldn't let Jessy get a word back, he said, "Coward."
Thursday. Jessy loved Thursdays in highschool and uni. Thursdays all the fan translated manga would update, illustrating just what an irredeemable nerd he was. And it was just one day away from Friday. And this Thursday, he would be moving into a new house. Hopefully his last house.
He dressed solemnly. Courgette and Alex had gone all out for breakfast. Breaking out the croissants, ham, and bacon, as well as fresh fruits and other assorted delicacies. They'd been saving such a spread for his last day with them, they explained. Which was, apparently, now.
Reynard did not join them. Jessy did not ask, but Courgette brought it up without any provocation.
"I called him, but he said he was too tired to be good company. He'll come to say goodbye though."
I can't wait.
They ate. They swapped words in congenial conversation. And for a time Jessy could believe that once he was in his own house, he would be able to do this with them effortless. That he could forget the awkwardness, and just be friends who were also adults, rather than parents and a debaucherer.
Jessy called a taxi, helped them clear the dinner table, and Courgette said her goodbyes, heavily laden with her native French of course. She had an early meeting with a client. Alex had elected to keep him company while he waited, which wasn't long.
Jessy had managed to load his suitcase when, "Just a minute. Reynard will want to say goodbye."
Jessy cringed at the open car boot. "I wouldn't want you to wake him on my behalf."
"Oh it will just take a second." Alex disappeared back into the house before Jessy could protest. Eventually father and son, the latter still eerily resembling the former, emerged. Reynard stood there, the perfect gentlemen. Paw extended, wearing a genuinely convincing smile in good bye.
"Au revoir, Monsieur Lucon."
"Goodbye, Reynard." Jessy took the offered paw and shook it. Paused. Something was not right. He risked a glance at Alex. Nothing. He hadn't realised. Jessy slowly retracted his paw, careful to clench it as it disengaged from Reynard's
"I guess I'll see you at dinner sometime. At your knew place." Reynard smiled. He was winning again.
"I guess so. Goodbye."
Despite the handshakes, and goodbyes Jessy still adhered to the tradition of waving through the window as the card drove away. Which really undermined the whole point of saying goodbye before the traveller entered the vehicle. When they were a good block away, Jessy glanced at the folded notepaper that had been slipped into his paw. Then laughed.
Call me: 0408 727 899
or, you know
if you really feel that guilty
000 and turn yourself in.