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Part 11

Today was the day. I had my green flannel that I bought yesterday (still smells like chemicals, but hopefully it won't smell as strongly to Carson), the jeans that really bring out the 'bubble' in butt, laid out on Kit's (and my) bed, and had my striped underwear (which I was wearing now). Before I left, though, I went in to the bathroom and began meticulously pressing every fur out of place down. I could never understand how guys expect girls to get ready so fast. Granted, I am a guy, but for going out and stuff, or trying to impress, it can take me forever to find the right thing to wear and with what. After getting half of my face down, I peeked at my phone which read 1:37. I still had some time, and-

One hair on the side I had just finished popped back up. Fuck this. I licked my paw and patted it down. It rose slightly. I growled and licked my paw furiously and ravaged the hair with the ferocity of a rabid coyote.

"Yo, whatcha up to- Jeez. Need some help?" Kit asked. He came around the corner shirtless (and with no pants, but, his boxers were on) with a towel, fur all disheveled, probably about to take a shower.

"Please," I said.

He dropped the towel on the counter next to where my paws were resting, and started to pat the other side of my face, the one I had yet to get to. "Could you do the other side?" I pleaded.

"For just one hair?" he asked with a smile.

His slim body floated next to me, like he was not even moving his paws. That's one thing I always envied of him. He was very...flamboyant, is the nice way of putting it. But not only that, he used it to his advantage. He got tons more guys than I ever could, yes I was with Brent, but if I wasn't. Even his moves were flawless. One day, to prove a point to me he decided to show me how to flirt.

He had on a short hoodie that barely reached his flat stomach and underwear that matched the hoodie. First lesson, wear clothes that compliment your body. He said he chose the hoodie because it went well with his twink-like nature, and the underwear because it went with the hoodie, and that he would want sex. The second lesson was the first touch. This, he said, was one of the most important steps. He showed me a few moves, stroking my bicep, lightly touching my chest, but one move he did that sent 'me' skyrocketing, was letting his tail play with my leg. The thin tip stroked my leg, like Kit's paw had on my bicep minutes before, and for effect, he wrapped his tail around my calf and then let it slowly uncoil. There were more lessons, but they didn't apply for this situation.

"Do you remember what I taught you?" Kit asked.

"I was just thinking about 'em."

"Look at that, we're in sync," he replied with a giggle.

I laughed. "We're already bitchy enough, I don't think the world could handle us if we we're on the same schedule. Maybe you and Sera could be in sync."

"Oh, yeah I was meaning to thank you for that." He plucked a hair out of my cheek and a shocked yelp escaped me. "Thank you for telling me first about your little get together with Carson."

"She was at the bus with me when he said something," I replied as he went back to work on my cheeks.

"Well, when you come back from the hike could you tell me what happens first?"

"Yes sir."

He giggled and looked in the mirror. His paws dropped to his hips, and he smiled at me in the reflection, "Well, well, I make you look somewhat approachable."

"Ha, ha," I said and shoved him lightly.

He shrugged it off and continued to stare at my reflection. "Do you think you guys will date?"

"I don't know, why do you ask?"

"Because I know this guy who would want both of us-"

"You want to threesome with me?"

"It's not like we haven't done anything before."

"That was totally different."

"Aw, c'mon, I want to see those bottom moves of yours," he smirked and dragged a paw across my chest. "I think the wolf would like it too."

"I'm done with wolves for a bit," I said to Kit's reflection.

He purred and started to play with the fur on my face again. "A husky is almost a wolf."

"Exactly. 'Almost', not the same thing."

"Oh come now, this wolf is tall, athletic, and his black coat is absolutely to die for."

"Is he smart?"

"We haven't done much talking if you know what I mean," he laughed and put his paws down for the final time.

I stared at myself in the mirror, shirtless and exposed. My chest wasn't much, pretty flat, except for some bulge due to weight lifting requirement for PE. My abs were okay, they were pretty toned, and when I flexed they were actually applaudable. My lower body, there's no question I have somewhat of an upper hand (ego talking, not me).

"Aye, don't worry too much," Kit said. He went behind me and grabbed his towel before dropping his boxers. "You're going to kill him. You're a really cute guy."

I turned and looked at him from toe to ear tip. "Wow, a compliment. Someone must want something."

He smiled and, if his fur wasn't so dark, I could've sworn he blushed. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. Go get dressed."

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Adorned with my new flannel, rolled up to my elbow, and jeans, I headed towards the spot we met for the last hike. I passed several people, most were Brent's friends, who payed little to no attention to me. Well, not like they usually did. Some, like Lisa Perret who used to greet me everywhere I went and who would walk with me down the halls to our next class, looked at me and gave me no greeting whatsoever. I felt my stomach churn. Before I met Brent, and before I was out, barely anyone knew me. And I mean, know me, like a friend would. Yes, when I would meet someone they would remember me, but I'm talking more of popularity. After Brent and I started dating, oh my God, it was as if school had become a little kingdom for me. People would stop and say hi, ask how I was, they would walk to class with me, they would invite me to lunch. It was honestly the best experience I've had at highschool.

Now, I guessed (it was fairly obvious), the reign was over. Not that I wasn't okay with it. I mean, yes it was fun, but at the same time, it didn't feel real. Take, for instance, what I have with Kit or Sera. They care about me, they might have a funny way of showing it, but they do. The other people only cared about that I was doing a popular football player. Then, why am I getting anxious or scared or whatever the fuck I'm feeling?

Maybe it's because human nature dictates us to have a sense of belonging?

Ah, hello, Einstein. I thought I might be hearing from you sooner than later.

That's Mr. Einstein to you.

You really think it's just because of that?

Well, I honestly don't care about that. What I really care about is your about to be porno in the woods.

It isn't like that.

Then why'd you get dressed up?

To impress.

Why?

For reasons.

What sort of reasons?

Reasons. Can we stop the interrogation, now?

Sure, sure, but, professor, listen: just be careful. I have to live with your decisions too, you know.

Thanks for the support.

I peered up at the small hill and, well, I had to stop and just take in the sight. Carson was leaning against a thin tree, phone in paw, his thumb brushing down on the glass. He was wearing a v-neck that wrapped around his biceps to show their baseball-like girth (and he wasn't even flexing!). The wind blew into his shirt, as if the universe were tempting me with his body. His pecs rose above his chiselled stomach, like two flat hills.

The husky saw me and tapped some stuff on his phone before hitting the power button and putting it in his jean pocket.

"Hey," he said as I walked up with a smile that could blind even the sun.

I smiled back, a little shyly, and said, "Hi."

"You ready?"

I nodded and we were off. The hike began like the one before, it was fairly quiet except for the dead leaves under our feet. He didn't look back, and everytime he swept his head to the side, I had to look the other way (I forgot to mention I had been staring at his ass instead of the scenery). The way it moved under his cute, coiled tail sent my own tail wagging.

My stomach started to churn again, and this, I knew for a fact, was anxiety. My thoughts were swimming at this point. Imagining us making out under the tree cover, or him throwing me down on the leaves, kissing my neck then slowly sliding-

Whoa, perv alert!

Fuck off.

Fine, while those thoughts went on, other contradicting forms followed. What if he wasn't going to do anything? What if I worried for nothing? What if...

I tried to focus on something else, the scene around me was beautiful. The auburn trees stood out under the blue sky, the little sky I could see. The sun ignited the leaves to make it look like the whole forest had been consumed by fire. Just like the sunlight did to Carson's eyes. And the trees, the trees would go so well with his eyes. Both ablaze and alert, glowing deep within one's heart if any one dared to stare into them...

And it went on like that for about ten or twenty minutes (I was too hypnotized by his body and the agonizing wait to see if and when he was going to try something). Honestly, if Carson hadn't stopped me and said while he was hiking the other day and found something he wanted to show me, those thoughts would have kept going. But, I was too entranced in his voice. He was speaking of how he came upon this spot, which he had never seen anything like. It was supposed to be something more beautiful than he had ever seen, well, he was going to say something more, but his tail bristled and then he went silent.

"Here," he said, waving me on behind him.

He moved some bending trees and before I knew it, I was standing in some sort of nirvana. It was a large pond, with mossy rocks at its outcropping. Rays of the midday sun shown through the leaves and branches, while leaves fell softly onto the surface of the shallow water. It was something like a fairytale.

"You like?"

I turned and he was smiling down to me. I nodded in mute euphoria from the beautiful surprises that earth always has in store.

"Let's rest here for a bit."

I agreed, and only later did I realize that we had been walking for not even half an hour. We both sat and stared at the pond and the surrounding area, that is, until my eyes fell upon him. His body, the way he leaned against the tree, was perfect in my mind. If I could only reach over and run my paws against his abs-

He turned towards me abruptly and ended my thought. I could do nothing but stare back at him. We were fairly close, he was maybe a foot away, both turned towards each other, the sun igniting his fiery green eyes.

And then, he inched his head forward, the decisive he's going to moment. My heart seemed to beat harder and harder as his muzzle got closer to mine. My tail wagged lazily on the ground as his mouth began opening slowly. There wasn't any warning for it, there didn't have to be, we just...knew.

I began inching closer to him too, as if instinct took over. I reached a paw up and held his shoulder. My underwear tightened immediately at the touch of paw on something hard as stone.

But, just as we were about to make contact, one thought, one fucking thought, made me hesitate.

Brent.

I hesitated, he sensed it, began pulling away and I did the same. We were now awkwardly staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak. He didn't seem like he was going to, he just laid his ears down and looked down at the mossy rocks. I had never seen that look of...sadness? Whatever the emotion was, it didn't suit Carson at all. I missed his smile.

I looked away from him too, not wanting to see his ears not fully up, nor a frown on his usually cheery muzzle.

"You wanna head back?" he asked.

I looked at him again. He had a smile, but it was obviously forced, and his ears were twitching, trying to decide whether to strain staying up, or fall back down. I nodded and with a low 'Yeah', we started to make our way back to the camp. And, I know I said this before, when the hike started, but the agonizing silence between us was like getting up on stage and forgetting that your butt naked (and the person on stage isn't like Kit, who would probably start flirting with the entire audience). And, this silence wasn't helped by my head whose only thought was: Why the fuck did I think that? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You really fucked up.

Thanks...

Look, it's hard to break up with someone after a while. You've been with him for a good two years, you guys have been through a lot, well, mostly you.

That's strangely comforting...what's wrong?

Nothing...

You wanted to see what he looked like naked didn't you?

...no.

I know you did because I wanted to, too.

Then why'd you think what you thought?

I...don't know.

Why don't you just take a little break from guys for a bit. Just get Brent out of your head and then go on a slut spree.

Gee, thanks...so glad to have you back.

"So, um, this was fun," Carson said as we came out of the woods. I knew it was sarcastic, but he said it in a way that made it sound sincere.

"I'm sorry," the words just blurted out of my muzzle.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, about back there. I just-"

He stopped me with a light paw on the shoulder. "Scout, it's okay. I shouldn't have went after you right after you broke up with someone. I know it's hard, but..."

"But what?"

"I'm surprised you haven't asked me about back there. I mean, well, I get why you didn't, I was embarrassed after that too, but...I don't know."

Honestly, that thought never crossed my mind. Why the fuck didn't I think of that? It probably would have lessened the awkwardness between us on the way back. Fuck. But now I was curious. "Do you want to...talk about it, or something?"

He looked at me, and I knew he did. "C'mon, let's go there," I said and pointed to the top of the hill where some of the cabins were.

He nodded and two minutes later we were sitting on the soft grass looking up at the sky. There wasn't anyone around, well, there was, but no one that would disturb us. We sat for seconds before I asked how long he knew.

He laughed and looked down. "A while. I honestly think I've had these feeling my whole life, but I don't know. When I really knew was when I started to look up, y'know, porn. It gradually grew from hetero, to hetero with some of that stuff, to just that stuff. And, yeah, I've always wanted to defend people like us from assholes like-"

"James Mccormac."

"You remember him?"

"I remember you standing up for me."

"Oh...well, yeah. That was a dick move." We remained silent after that, before Carson spoke up again. "Can I tell you something?"

I nodded.

"In kindergarten, you were in my class, do you remember Justin Bapett?"

"No."

"Hmm, I wouldn't either. But, one day, I was playing with this really cool dinosaur toy and that asshole came up behind me and pushed me to get the dinosaur. And when I looked up," he turned to me and locked our eyes, "you were standing over me and told him, well, pretty much to fuck off, what'd you say...Oh! That Justin was being a 'meanie'."

"You remember that?"

He nodded his head. "I think, that was also around the time when I started to like you."

"Wh...what?"

He smiled and looked away again. "You didn't know I had a crush on you?"

Yeah, because that was easily apparent. "Honestly, no."

"Why do you think I sat next to you on the bus instead of the other seats that were open? None of the people around me were my friends, hell, I fell asleep."

"I just thought that...I don't know what I thought."

"Here," he said holding out a paw, "gimme your phone."

I did and he quickly tapped some things in and then, to my confusion, took a selfie. He gave it back and there he was on my contact list, picture and all.

"I'm going to go, some friends were going to play a soccer game, but I had the hike. Now that I don't I was going to head over. You wanna come?"

I think he was leaving because of the increase in awkward energy floating between us. "No, I'm good, thank you. I kinda need some rest, was up kind of late last night." Lie.

He smiled and got up. "Okay, hey, text ya later."

"Okay, bye."

And then there was just me, staring after the husky who had just tried to kiss me, then got shot down, then came out, then confessed he had a crush, gave me his number and left. I don't know whether to be pissed or happy.

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I landed on the bed in Kit's cabin and felt the day melt away from me (and it was only around three!). I cannot believe I just passed up the opportunity to make out with a cute jock who had a crush on me. Sera and Kit are going to love this one.

A series of knocks at the door brought me to my feet and I walked lazily to the door. Probably Sera to find out what happened.

I opened the oak door and the scent immediately hit me. Wolf. More than that: a wolf I used to love. Brent's frame took up the entire doorway. His ears were down and he looked more depressed than usual. He avoided my wide eyes with his sullen ones.

"Can we talk?"