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Galinn stood there, watching as the fox and the cat held one another. He sighed and frowned to hide the sting in his heart. He was a big guy, but he was tender inside and his feelings were injured. He had never been rejected so blatantly, or so painfully before in his life.

He had purposely dressed and moved in a masculine way tonight, to attract a guy like him. It wasn't devastating, but it was a blow to his ego.

"Hey there, bigfoot."

Galinn turned to his left, and he saw Remmie sitting on the arm of the couch, grinning as usual. He'd forgotten his otter friend was there when the fox walked away. It was a relief to see a friendly face. He was about to wave, when he noticed he was still holding the cups of punch.

He simply smirked. 'Bigfoot' was the rather self-explanitory nickname Remmie had given him awhile ago. They had been friends for several months, and Galinn genuinely liked Remmie. He was fun to be around, and he wasn't a liar or a jerk the way some were.

"Hey," he said simply. Considering the large crowd and noise level, that seemed to suffice for a response.

"How's life?" Remmie asked him.

Galinn shrugged, and held out one cup of punch. "I need a drink. You want one?"

Remmie winced a little, as he took the cup. He drank it slowly and set it aside.

"Don't feel bad about Trent," he said, wiping his mouth. "He's pretty shallow."

Galinn shrugged his broad shoulders. "Yeah but I don't need to be dumped like that tonight." He drank the contents of the plastic cup in two considerable swallows, and crushed it in his large hand. The remains fell to the carpet.

Remmie nodded, understanding. Galinn was usually a faithful kind of guy, but his last relationship had ended badly. Remmmie had convinced him to come to the party to enjoy the single life. Galinn had been reluctant, but he'd come."This was a bad idea," he said.

Remmie shook his head. "No, big guy, you just need to find the right person. Don't give up!"

Galinn replied, "I don't need to get laid to feel better."

He wasn't much for words, especially quiet when it came to painful subjects, like his last relationship. Often it took quite a bit of encouragement to get him to talk, but he was a sincere guy, and he had a good heart.

Remmie very much wanted to make him feel better. He remembered Steven suddenly, and how he'd been dumped in very much the same way by Trent. He scanned the room quickly, and found the leopard standing alone by the fireplace, looking reserved, as usual. He caught the feline's eye, and waved him over.

"There's someone I want you to meet," Remmie told Galinn. He got to his feet with a quick hop, and patted Galinn on the back. The wolf was a great deal taller than he was. "The fox who dumped you doesn't know what he's missing. I want you to meet a friend of mine. He's very nice, and he is pretty lonely tonight. Maybe you can cheer each other up."

Galinn meant to protest. He did not want to be cheered up. He did not want to meet anyone else. However, by the time these thoughts formed in his head, the leatherclad leopard had arrived.

He was almost as tall as Galinn, with smooth, yellow fur, and black spots covering his body. He was extremely attractive, very solemn and cool, with large, soulful brown eyes. A thick stripe of blond hair rain from his forehead down the back of his neck. It fell over one side of his face, not quite covering his eye. It was tied into a ponytail in the back. He wasn't overly muscular, but he did rival Galinn in that respect.

His outfit was very eye-catching. He wore a black leather jacket with the collar turned up, and a dark mesh shirt, which was obviously not intended to hide his sculpted rippling muscles of his upper body. He wore fingerless gloves on his hands, and tight leather pants to match, which clung to him like a second skin. Below were black military boots, which were meticulously polished.

Remmie sat back down, out of the way.

At first Steven looked confusedly at Remmie, and then at Galinn, but as he set eyes on the wolf, he smiled slightly.

"Hey man," Galinn said, extending a hand. "I think our buddy over there was us to talk or somethin'. My name's Galinn."

He extended a hand, and it met immediately with a gloved one. Galinn gave Steven's hand a squeeze, and he looked down at it. "Nice gloves." He was indeed fond of leather.

As his gaze traveled up again, his eyes met with the leopard's. Steven nodded once, and took a slow, languid look over the wolf's body.

"I'm Steven, and... thank you," he said with a soft, firm voice. "Nice chest."

They both laughed a little at that, and Galinn slapped Steven's shoulder, releasing his hand.

"Thanks, man. I'll bet you gotta nice one in there, too, under that jacket." He motioned to the mesh on Steven's body.

There was no laughter this time. Steven ran a hand down his body, and tilted his head slightly. "I like it. Would you like to touch it?" he asked.

Galinn could see the warmth and the attraction in his eyes. He hesitated for only a moment. "Yeah, if it ain't too forward."

Steven grinned crookedly, and shook his head. He slipped his jacket down off of his shoulders, fully exposing his meshed upper body to him. The shirt was cut off before his round shoulders, so they were exposed. "Go on," he invited.

"Damn," Galinn muttered softly. The leopard was really gorgeous. He thought briefly of the grey fox, how he'd been rejected, and all of his apprehention vanished. Remmie was right; he deserved this.

Slowly he reached out and his fingertips met with Steven's left pec. He pressed his palm up against it, feeling the odd texture of the fabric, and the firm muscle beneath. He ran his hand down the leopard's beautiful body, his fingers making a bumpy little course over the rippling abs. He stopped at the waistband of the leather pants.

The entire time he'd stared into the deep eyes of the leopard.

"Do you like it?" Steven asked.

"Damn," Galinn repeated, slower, and more loudly. "Yeah... nice piece of work you got there." He slid his hand around to Steven's left hip, and placed his other hand on the right.

Gently, but with a smooth, humble confidence, Steven returned the gesture, placing one hand on Galinn's bare stomach, letting his fingers roam around.

He smiled, and cocked his head. "Turnabout is fair play, isn't it?"

Galinn let his eyelids droop slightly and he sighed with deep contentment as the hand explored his body. Fingers splayed in his chestfur, and scritched him lightly. He spent a great deal of time working on his body, keeping in good shape, and when someone noticed, it turned him on. It felt great, especially with Steven's leather gloves.

He gasped lightly, almost silently as Steven's thumb grazed over his right nipple. He opened his eyes, and gave the leopard a suspicious look.

The mood of the party seemed to change then. The tempo of the music relaxed from dance to a softer style, more romantic. Everyone's movements slowed down around him as well. Bodies coupled together for slow dancing.

Steven rubbed over the firm, dark nipple with a gentle rhythm in lazy circles. He asked softly, "Do you want me to stop?"

After a moment of thought, Galinn shook his head, and took Steven's hand in his own. "No, man, that feels great. Let's sit down somewhere."

The leather couch was nearby, and the two tall bodies approached it. Galinn slipped an arm around Steven's back, and he felt a hand on his butt.

Steven sat down first, and gazed up at his new friend, wordlessly patting the cusion next to him. Instead of sitting on it, Galinn knelt down on the couch over the leopard, straddling Steven's leather-clad hips between his knees. He bent down until they were very close.

They began to respond to the close proximity, running their hands over one another more intensely than before. Galinn slipped his hands inside Steven's jacket, feeling around within, over the meshy body, while Steven continued to play with both of his nipples.

As if on queue, the lights around them dimmed with the soft music. It was as if the 'romantic' section of the evening had officially begun. The atmosphere seemed to become warmer to Galinn, and as his face neared the handsome leopard's, their eyes locked.

The mutual attraction was startling. With only very minimal stimulation, they were all over one another.

"Listen galinn," Steven said quietly, with his gentle, steady voice. "I don't wish to break the mood, but I don't know you. I am attracted-- very attracted to you, and I want to know how far you plan to take this."

Galinn leaned very close, until his long muzzle nearly brushed over the leopard's, and whispered, "I'm an honest sorta guy, y'know? I don't just fuck around... you're really hot, and I think I wanna get to be your friend."

Steven actually touched his nose to Galinn's. "But after tonight? Supposing we... 'get to be friends' tonight... will we still be friends in the morning?"

Galinn smiled. "Of course. I'm kinda new at this, but I ain't gonna chuck you when we're done. I had that happen to me before."

Steven slid one arm around Galinn's body, and the other he placed behind the wolf's neck. "Good," he whispered. "Because I want you, Galinn."

Keeping the intimate closeness to his gorgeous leopard friend, Galinn groaned softly, and said, "Yeah man... I can tell you'd make one hot fuck."

He could feel his body responding to their closeness, particularly the heat building between his legs. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest. He pulled back just enough to look into Steven's eyes. They expressed their shared lust with their gaze. Unspoken desires burnied in the smooth music around them, and in their tender caresses. Exchanging subtle, powerful messages of need, they held one another in the room, amid the swaying bodies.

Gradually Galinn allowed his mouth to approach Steven's again. He drowned himself in that delicious uncertainty that always comes before the first kiss. He noticed Steven tilt his head, and close his eyes, leaning up to meet him. He threw aside apprehension and his lips met the leopard's in a warm, gentle kiss. It was a soft, dry kiss, which sent a shiver through his body. Everything else vanished but the body beneath him, and the warmth and closeness of the feline muzzle.

Steven tightened his grip on Galinn, and slid his hand down the wolf's back. He explored the furry wolven lips with his own, and then opened his mouth slightly, slipping his tongue onto the Galinn's mouth, entwining it with his. They both parted their lips then, eagerly, and drank in one another's taste and heat. Galinn felt Steven's hand cupping his butt, pressing the bulge in his jeans against him. This made Galinn nearly dizzy with lust, and he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, rubbing the firmness in his pants up and down Steven's abs.

Gently but steadily Steven slipped out of the kiss, and lifted Galinn's rump until the wolf's chest lingered just inches from his lips. He leaned forward, and nibbled on the dark nipple among the brown fur.

Galinn moaned. "Oh yeah, that's great... that's fucking great," he whispered down to Steven.

They were interrupted by the abrupt sound of someone nearby clearing his throat. Both of their heads turned immediately to the left, where Remmie stood, leaning over the arm of the couch, watching intently.

"You guys should know," he said, "that you're not going to get much privacy right there."

Galinn frowned, and spoke with a slightly husky voice. "Not with you standin' there we aint."

"No, he's right, Galinn," Steven interjected, laughing a little, in amusement. "This room is full of people."

After a moment, Galinn chuckled, and shook his head. "Oh yeah. Sorry, I guess my mind goes numb or something." He slid down Steven's body until they were face-to-face and sighed, grinning.

Undaunted, Steven eyed Remmie more closely. He had known the otter for several years, and he knew him well enough to realize his friend had a solution. "We need somewhere more... private to go to, and I believe you would know of a place, wouldn't you Remmie?"

Remmie grinned, and unsuccessfully attempted to look innocent. "What makes you think so?" he asked coyly.

Steven ran his tongue over his teeth, still tasting Galinn, and stil feeling extremely horny. "Feline intuition," he said dryly.

Galinn snorted.

Coy would not begin to describe the expression Remmie gave them then. "Well, I could show you two awesome guys a room... if you'd let me come along. Just to watch."

Galinn nodded. "Fine--"

Remmie wasn't finished. "-And-, if you'll take off your sneakers when we get there," he said, and added, "...bigfoot."

At that, Galinn rolled his eyes, and laughed. "Yeah, yeah whatever."

Steven looked at the wolf incredulously. "'Bigfoot'?" he asked.

Galinn reached over to ruffle Remmie's headfur. He looked at Steven and tried to sound helpless. "He's always called me that."

Steven glanced down at Galinn's oversized sneakers and murmured, "Oh." He grinned. "Perhaps I'll remember that nickname myself."

Galinn groaned.

"Come on guys, we don't have all night," Remmie said, getting up.

"Of course we do," Steven muttered.

The two new friends got up together and, hand in hand, strode off with Remmie the otter to explore a new friendship, and as many outlets for pleasure as they could come up with in one evening.

Galinn found that his thoughts of the little fox were far from his mind, that, even though he was sexy (even for a fox), and probably very good at what he did, he was vain, which made him undesirable and unimporant, now that he had a real partner, and a new friend.

Steven was thinking similar thoughts, and the pain he felt over Trent was fading quickly.

Though Remmie was mainly thinking about sex, he also felt a great satisfaction at making his friends happy, that he made them see that there was Life After Trent.

[Completed 4/3/97. Revised 12/13/99]